In which my muse became a hibernating hobbit

Let me clarify. My muse still has plenty of ideas. I’m not bereft of story content to write. However, she loathes the cold—possibly more than I do—and has categorically refused to do more than grumble semi-intelligible obscenities over the past week-plus.

In short, she’s doing an excellent rendition of a hibernating hobbit during the current cold snap.

I can’t say I blame her.

I suggested we (briefly!) venture out into our icy, windy domain to get some fresh air and clear any cobwebs from our collective brain. She slammed her cozy hobbit hole’s metaphorical door in my face. It made me chuckle, but… You guessed it… We stayed inside.

Scratch that. We not only stayed inside, the cheeky bugger influenced me to sleep for half of Saturday, and most of Sunday and Monday!

No breakfast. No second breakfast. No elevenses. No luncheon. Afternoon tea was debatable. No dinner. Supper might have happened—the details are vague—but if it did, it was way later than 9:00 p.m.

On the other hand, I was ready to get back to work today. I consider that a good trade-off.

The muse remains in hibernation since it’s still much colder than we like, but she’ll surface in due time. I only hope she isn’t cranky when she does. I’m opinionated, snarky, and have enough sarcastic sass for both of us. Somehow, she manages to crank hers up to eleven.

If you guessed that I seldom win a debate or argument with my muse… You guessed correctly.

Score:
Muse - 3,937
Tracey - 109
(But who’s counting? 😂)