Muse

I finally caught my muse–in her office, downtown. Quite lucky, really, because I hadn’t made an appointment, and she doesn’t do Zoom.

Still, I had to wait for her to get off the phone (because she is always on the phone) dispensing what she has taken to calling customer support and what—with the rise of AI—is apparently all that most writers are needing these days.

     Not me.

     “I miss your little stories in my inbox each morning,” she said. “They'd make my day just a little less dim.”

     “I’ve been having some trouble getting started,” I said.

Inspired by my customary procrastination. Image by Meta’s AI.