Friday, March 22, 2013
Sing Us A Song...
“I’m not listening, not listening and definitely not gonna look. Probably he’s wimpy, and welty. Stinky and sweaty, yeah definitely that…” Gilly listened to the piano man croon out the soft rock of her youth mixed with what had to be his own music and tried hard not to melt.
Not an easy task this not melting thing, Gilly thought as she moved from table to table watching the customers she served. Each and every one, enthralled with the piano man. Even Coop, the over the top sexy bouncer, made googly eyes at the musician—which made continuing to paint him as unappealing damn difficult.
Dane sang songs he knew by heart. His fingers slid over the ivories like soldiers coming home at long last. All the while he watched her, his dark-haired goddess, work the room. She delivered drinks, smiled her thanks and sent out a healing vibe to each table she approached.
Music flowed from her with nary an instrument in sight. Her bangle bracelets and large hoop earrings jingled with every sway of her step. She was his gypsy, his muse…his mate. This little sprite of a human, new to waiting tables at Dante’s piano bar was his…she just didn’t know it yet.
So my Muse has been in a fury here lately. You'd think that would be a good thing, right? Well yeah in most cases I suppose it would be, but not with my Muse. See when this happens She becomes very short. She offers up lots of ideas, just nothing with any length. The littlest things set Her off. This flash being one of them...
I do A LOT of driving everyday getting my Darling Diva to school and Hubby to work, then both of them picked up and then home. Yesterday, Piano Man by Billy Joel was on the radio and Gilly popped into my head. She's new to Talbot's Peak, alone and human. She's gypsy-like in appearance and lifestyle, but I have no idea what her past is and my Muse either won't tell me or doesn't yet know.
Yet, this had to be today's flash, short as it is, Muse-y insisted. Notice how every reference to Her is capitalized...yeah, She's the boss of me.
Sweet Savanna suggested I give Mz Muse-y a vaca, which is darn good idea, but being that I can't physically take her to the beach right now, I did the second best thing I could think of...lots of reading! Menage in particular seems to be her current delight, but even that's not helping. She devours the stories all the while continuing to blaze bright. I never end up with fully written or fully fledged ideas when She does this, but rather a collection of idea snippets. I shouldn't complain. I should just roll with it, but I know what happens next...She'll burn out and go quiet...there, but not and I will miss Her terribly. Plus, I'll be forced to play a bunch of computer games until She resurfaces.
Geez, someone want to remind me of why I became an author? Oh, wait, there really wasn't a choice. It was always this...
May your weekend be filled with friends and lovers, both fearless and fun-loving!