This is starting to get really serious.  I mean, the source of my creativity is about to die and I feel so helpless.

For those of you who weren’t around, I can explain.  My Muse is in a very serious condition right now.  She has been getting so hungry that she has been blacking out.  She is that low on energy right now.  It is getting scary.  And try as I might, I can’t manage any new ideas to save her life.  There’s a technique to it, and only she knows how to do it.  Maybe it’s the creative energy that I don’t have that she has?  That might be it.  Well, I hope the old man delivers that cure soon.  If he doesn’t he just might be too late….

 

Muse:  So…….hungry……oof!

What did I tell you about getting out of bed?  It’s not safe.  You can barely even walk.  Your energy is so low….

Muse:  I…..don’t…..care…..I want food…..food to eat…..feed me…..

I tried feeding you.  Dead ideas cannot feed a starving Muse.

Muse:  Dead ideas….tasted like…..burnt ashes…..terrible….not enough…..*sniff*…..please…..help me…..

Oh!  Phew!  That was a close call!  I caught you!

Muse:  What…..happened….?

You were standing up and you almost fell.  Just don’t try standing again.  It’s not safe.

Muse:  Do you…..have…..food…..to feed me with…..?

No.  I can’t raise those ideas like you can.  I tried several times but to no avail.  I can remember how good you were at doing this.  It kept my creative energy healthy.  It kept you healthy.  Now you’re…..

Muse:  What….did you just say….?

You must have blacked out again.  Try to rest and save your strength.  I don’t want you to die….

Muse:  I…..won’t rest…..*sob*…..I…..want to be with you…..I am hungry…..OH!……So…..hungry!!!

This may not be the best time to ask, but do you know anything about the secret?  What you tell me could save your life!

Muse:  I…..don’t have a secret…..for you…..I….am not telling you…..Adults aren’t allowed….to know…..Tee hee…..

Do you know that you will die if you don’t tell me?  Your stubbornness could be the end of you!

Muse:  I….am not telling….You stupid adult…..

That is not the Muse I know.  Something’s possessing you to act this way.  I know it.  In a life or death situation, you would tell me.  Whatever’s controlling you, it doesn’t want me to know the secret.

Muse: …………….

Don’t you have anything to say about that?  Huh?

Muse:  You….are wrong…..Own decision…..nothing’s possessing me…..Tee hee…..

It’s making you lie now. Fight it!  Muse!  For me!

Muse:  I….am telling you…..the truth…..Whether you want…..to believe me…..is your choice…..Tee hee….

If you really mean it, you’re either being honest or you’re totally brainwashed.  But let’s forget this for now.  I could lose you tonight….

Muse:  Feed me…..Kyle…..I’m hungry!!! *sob*  Waaaaah…..

I’ve done all I could.  How many times do you want me to give you the same answer?

Muse:  What…..?…..Didn’t…..hear…..

You blacked out again.

Muse:  …..What…..?

I said you blacked out.

Muse:  I…..didn’t hear…..you….*sob* SO……HUNGRY!……The pain……make it stop……AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

Is she….dead?  No.  I still feel her pulse.  Here.  I’m putting you back in my head, and stay in your bed this time.

 

Well, that’s that.  This could very well be the last time that you ever get to hear about my Muse.  I might just have to stop all my writing projects altogether.  I can’t ward off those gremlins without her creativity, you know?  I surely hope that the old man is not too late.  My Muse could die tonight.  I just hope that he comes soon….

The high today is going to be 84 degrees and the silver lining will be working more on my story.  I best make the most of it tonight, considering that my creativity will be dead by tomorrow.

To those of you who have been in serious situations before, I hope that you all have a fantastic day.

 

Muse:  ……………….*sob*…..Please…..feed me………..