I am admittedly in a slump. Usually I have to fight off the writing demons in my brain and ask them to speak one at a time. Lately it seems they have staged a coup and the only sound seeping from my cranium is crickets.
Sometimes I see brief snapshots of what those writing demons look like, laid back in the lounge at the back of my brain, crushed velvet smoking jackets on and snifters of Remy XO in their greedy little fists. Those bastards didn’t even invite me to the party!
Little do they know that after my mom’s service on Wednesday, I am cleaning house. Those reclining leather loungers are gone and in their place will be some relatively uncomfortable and completely motionless wooden chairs. The smoking jackets are going to Salvation Army and that Remy XO is mine!
I have the movers ready to help with the refurnishing and a yard-sale is being planned for the ornate wall decorations they seem to have collected over the years. Hopefully the extreme measures will help and the fruits of my labor will be rewarded with words. If not, I know a cheap writing team that may be available next week. They were pretty good for a while but they’re so damned stubborn sometimes!!