Dear Muse,
We do this often you and I. You tempt me with your story ideas–a melody I cannot resist. The keyboard is ready for us to indulge in the movements we are so familiar with. My fingers are hovering over the keys…waiting. A whispered word. Vampire. I think–overdone. Something new. Again you whisper the same word. I give in.
The words begin to form a scene that is all mine. The excitement builds. Passion for the art I so dearly love is reignited. Then you step away and take those little temptations that spark life into my work with you. I search for you and discover that my partner has left me alone to dance in the dark.
You may think this will stop me. That I will leave the dance floor. Spirit broken. But you lured me out and the song is not finished. I will continue dancing. Alone if I must. For I have not yet mastered this dance. Little do you know that my determination runs deep. So to you my dear muse, I have only this to say-
Would you like to join me? With or without you, I will continue this dance. Even in the dark if I must. Though, I do prefer to have a little company from my partner in crime. Take time and think about it. I will be here, fingers dancing on the keys.
Yours Truly,
Moira











Oh the muse, such fickle spirits they are. Mine leaves me hanging constantly then expects me to pick up the pieces she leaves behind. *huffs in righteous indignation*