Video Credit: Christian Davies
I was not to be denied.
“Kate! Katherine! Muse!” I shouted, as I bounded from my computer chair over to her.
“I love you! Will you marry me or no? I must know!”
I stood in front of her, trembling.
She stood up, sidestepped the nasty coffee table, and walked up to face me at very close range.
She pierced me with those eyes. Looked down (almost sadly—I perceived—then took my hands into hers)
She looked back into my eyes and said,
“Lance, Baby, you understand I am not a real girl. You created me. I live in your mind and at your leisure.”
“Yes. I am a figment of your mind. Does not mean I don’t love you. I will always be here for you. And if you choose, I will love you. I will ‘write’ you, as far as you may write yourself. But ‘marry’?
You must write for YOU, and only for YOU.”
She dropped my hands and sat back down on The Nasty Couch. Took a sip of Pinot, picked up her NY Times, took another sip of Pinot, and a drag off her Virginia Slims, and as if nothing had just happened, got back to being Her.
I retired to my writing chair. Sat there for some moments, tears welling, then smiled inside.
“She will always love me. She has no choice. It is all up to me,” I mused.
And then I got busy writing.
After some pregnant pauses…
“Hey Asshole! You better be writing something readable!” I heard from over my shoulder.
Yes! She loves me still!
Just to ‘Lighten’ the mood…
The Sudden Stark Realization That MS Muse Was Not Real…
Bummed Me The Fuck Out.
But I got over it.