I haven’t been writing as much as I used to on my blog or on FB this year and the reason is pretty simple. I miss my muse. That catalyst that inspires my writing.
It could be something as simple as a five minute phone conversation or a text but either way I miss that.
The thing about a muse is that she doesn’t just inspire the writing but she inspires the creativity, the ideas. I meet women all the time and a lot of them are really cool, really sweet but a muse is someone that just gets what you need.
I’m a man that likes to flirt. I love detail. I think the coolest thing in the world is when a woman texts me what she’s wearing from the clothes to the shoes to the bra and panties (or lack there of). It doesn’t have to be sexual but that visual does so much for me when I sit down in front of my computer.
Asking for picture text, initiating sensual convo, these aren’t things you ask for. They’re things that should just come with chemistry.
I went grocery shopping yesterday and bought all this food to make actual meals and then it hit me. Even if I invite someone to dinner the night probably won’t be anything like it is in my mind.
So this is a love letter to my muse whomever you may be, wherever you are. I’m struggling to get chapters out without you. So do me a favor and help me out 🙂