WRITING: Getting Antsy

Posted on October 21, 2005 by Susan

Feeling the flutter of story’s paintbrush in my inside that the outside has protected with shingled walls and shuttered windows. 

I think I must have swallowed a muse.

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3 Responses to WRITING: Getting Antsy

  1. Mark says:
    October 21, 2005 at 5:18 pm

    If you start on “Love in the Time of Cholera,” I don’t know what I’ll do.

    My pillow seldom whispers back to me. Too busy pounding it.

  2. Rethabile Masilo says:
    October 22, 2005 at 1:10 am

    Do they all taste the same across the distance? Muses, that is.

  3. susan says:
    October 22, 2005 at 2:57 am

    No Mark, I need to move on to other writers just as I tore myself away from McCarthy–though he waits patiently on the shelf to feed me more.

    Rethabile, the muses all taste different, but they are often better than the finest wine, though can be more bitter than the darkest chocolate. It depends, I think, from whence they come; from within or without, and with what bile they are digested.

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