I woke Diane up at 1.30am this morning (chuckle, chuckle). She told me to go away but my persistence won over in the end. Her memory of ignoring me on previous occasions was pretty sharp and back then although she told herself she'd write it all down in the morning she sat there, pen poised with a blank look on her face. Diane kicked herself so many times for ignoring me, the pain of the bruising lingered on for some time.
So there she was in the early hours writing like a woman possessed, and if I may say so myself, Diane was impressed with the material I had on for offer. She stumbled back into bed grumbling something that sounded like a vague gesture of thanks.
Her little one woke her at 5.30am sharp (more chuckles) and as Diane recalled the night before she flung open her note pad and realising our encounter was not a dream, a wide grin spread across her tired face. I'm feeling quite chuffed that Diane is excited about her new writing project; perhaps now she will pay particular attention when I present her with words that flow, instead of telling me where to go.
So beware writers because I, the muse, may strike at any time of the day or night in any location whether you're prepared or not, and although your first impression of my timing may be a hostile one, make an effort; take heed and listen. But most importantly write it down. I can promise you it will be worth your while. Trust me, you'll be glad that you did!