Inhale.  Exhale.  Relax.  In my busy schedule of life’s activities, I thought that it was about to get busier.  The Toastmaster Area speech contest is tonight.  Come to find out, it’s actually next week.  Phew!

I can breathe a deep sigh of relief with my accomplishments.  A record number of people attended the Open House on Tuesday night, and I just mailed the letters this morning.  Doesn’t it feel good to actually get something done?

 

Muse:  Yeah!  It feels good.  Tee hee!

What did you do that’s so exciting?

Muse:  I raised a bunch of new ideas.  When developed, they will produce the best food ever!  And that’s the food I enjoy!  Tee hee….

Food?  Oh yeah.  Speaking of that, I hate to break it to you.  I know what your secret is.

Muse:  You do?  You weren’t supposed ta find out!

A bad idea is living inside you.  A very bad and naughty one.  This idea has infected you….

Muse:  She’s not bad!  Stop saying mean things about her!  She’s really nice and she would never harm anyone!

Of course you would say that.  You’re brainwashed by her.

Muse:  Brainwashed?  What she did to me was the most amazing thing ever!  She told me the truth.  Tee hee….

Truth?  What truth?

Muse:  I actually have a mother.  She is my mother!  She told me herself!

“She” is lying to you!  That idea, whatever it is, is a parasite infecting every part of you.  Don’t listen to it!

Muse:  You’re just jealous!  Mommy always tells me the truth, and she never lies to me!

Mommy?  That idea behaves the furthest thing from it!

Muse:  How would you know how my mommy acts?  You never met her before!

Believe me, I have met her plenty of times….

Muse:  How?  Tee hee!  You’ve never seen her!

The idea is using you as a vessel.  To win your trust, she calls herself a mother, something that she clearly isn’t.  You obey her every command, because you trust her more than you trust me.

Muse:  So what?  Mommy keeps telling me how mean you are, and she’s right!  You’re mean!  You don’t like my mommy!

She is manipulating you!  Don’t let her!

Muse:  Who cares?  I would rather be manipulated by someone who loves me than someone I don’t trust!

That really hurts me.  But I know you’re not saying it.  She is.

Muse:  Mommy is teaching me everything I need to say.  She is showing me how a Muse should behave!

And that is everything that I’ve seen in the past.  I need to get inside you, and get rid of that idea.

Muse:  No!  You’re not going inside me!  You’ll hurt mommy!  I won’t let you hurt her!  I love her and she is the best mommy in the world!  Tee hee!

And she has reduced you to a puppet.  *sigh*  Somewhere inside there, I know that the real Muse is still there….

Muse:  And she is never coming back.  Tee hee!  This is the new me.  Deal with it!

Get back inside.  I’ll find a way to get inside you.  Hang in there….

Muse:  Mommy locked the door, so you can’t get inside.  Tee hee!

Just go.

Muse:  I will.  It’s lunchtime anyway.  Time to eat some deliciously yummy ideas!  Tee hee!

 

Delicious?  *sigh*  I have a bad feeling about those ideas that she’s eating, too.  Although it will not be easy, I WILL get inside her and remove that bad idea that’s infecting her.  This marks the beginning of a long and painful struggle.  But if that is what it will take, I will do anything to get my real Muse back….

Today’s high is going to be 83 degrees and the silver lining will be making more progress on my story.

To those of you who like getting things accomplished, I hope that you all have a fantastic day.

 

Muse:  Although he’s mean, he’s still fun to play with.  I played that game well, didn’t I, mommy?  I’m ready for the next game, mommy!  Tee hee!