The Muse

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This is one of those days when words don’t fit.

Sit and wait and tap and think

but silence sits under too-bright images (those blurs one sees

on the way to the beach) and there’s the painful, everything pulse,

which is less peaceful than the nothing.

What does one do at a wasteful time such as this?

She looks at dogs.

~For my niece, Maddy, who is a writer.

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2 thoughts on “The Muse

  1. Maddy says:

    Hey, Aunt Hannah! Thanks for dedicating this to me. I’ll have to tack it up!
    I’m going to do this Write-a-Page-a-Day challenge. By the end of the year, I’ll have a majorly-flawed, medium-sized novel. I can’t wait for that day. But it’s hard, making myself write something bad and being OK with it. I want to build a sandcastle out of a couple grains of sand. That never works, though. So, here I go 😀 <3.

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    • Well, I write only 500 words a day. But I do it every day–except weekends. I’m about 100 pages into my second novel. It’s slow-going, but it’s better than no-going, right? Don’t give up.

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