[Editor’s note: If you have been here before, you might know that my Muse is just ONE of the voices that talk regularly in my head. This isn’t our first conversation. The Muse is a bit childish. She loves to play dress up, go out and play or shop, eat chocolate, guzzle triple-shot mochas, and snarf up bacon. Sometimes she is abusive, but always she is cantankerous. Without her, I cannot write. We had an argument this morning, and she has won it. She knows what is “good” for me.]
Come on, Muse. You have to wake up now. We have to write.
Go away. I’m sad.
I know you are; I am too. But, we have to write an Only The Good post for Friday. We can write about medicine bags. You like to write about medicine bags for children with cancer, and we have a lot of new ones to show.
We don’t either! Thorne is going to write about medicine bags tomorrow. I miss La La. Can’t you let me rest?
You know what they say. We have to keep just putting one foot in front of the other and keep going. I miss Laura, too.
You don’t show it! You think you have to “suck it up,” but it would be better just to cry. All you Cumbies think you have to be so stoic. Can’t we go cry?
First we have to write. If we write about something “good” it will help spread an optimism virus on the internet.
Nothing feels good right now. I think I have swine flu. You know how I got it, don’t you? This was fun.
EWWWW! STOP IT! There is NOTHING funny about swine flu. It’s serious stuff.
Go on and admit it was funny, wasn’t it?
Ok, it was funny, but you stole that from the viral e-mail that Mary Ann sent you.
I told you I thought I had a virus.
If you are feeling well enough to be silly, you can write. It’s our job.
What do you mean “job?” Blogging doesn’t pay the bills, and I just want to grieve. We are burying La La today. We need to grieve. We need to cry. Grief is “good.” Can’t we just give in to it?
You’re right, but we do have some obligations. I’ll make a deal with you: let’s put together just a simple post for Friday, and write our guest post for Steve. You already have that mostly written. Then we’ll grieve.
I’ve got a better idea. I’ll write your guest post, and you can let this one sit here until I can think. Then, I’ll go back to work. That’s final.
You win. We’ll do whatever you want
I want to sit in the rain and cry and scream and let the tears be washed away. Can we do that?
We can do that.
I want to think about La La when she was a little girl and look at some of her pictures. Can we do that?
We’ll do that, too.
And, I want to write a story about La La so that Mason will know about his aunt. He’s only just been born and he’s never going to know her. She was so excited about being an aunt. Can we write a story for Mason?
We’ll write a story.
Can La La be a princess in the story? The laughing princess? And, can she be a dancing, laughing princess and wear a tutu? And, can she be a dancing laughing princess in a tutu with sparkles in her hair? And, can she be a dancing laughing princess in a …
Sure, sure — whatever you want.
But, wait … she liked playing like a witch, too! She always said, “I have flying monkees and I’m not afraid to use them.’ Would she want to be a witch? Which will I choose?
It will come to you. Let’s write what we have to get written for the blog, go sit in the rain and cry, and then you can write her story until it’s time to get ready for the funeral.
Can we dress like a pirate for the funeral?
Don’t push your luck.
The Muse is correct. Grieving is “good,” and I am going to take care of business. I’m taking the time she needs to get back on track. Meanwhile, you can visit some of my friends who have joined me in posting Only The Good on Friday.
RV Poetry; Candid Karina; All My Great, or Not So Great Adventures; Inside Mo’s Mind; Thorne’s World; Down River Drivel; Duward Discussion; Ramblings of an Unstable Mind; Insightful Nana; Newbie Lifeline; Everyday Tarot; West of Mars; Life’s Journey; A Letter To Me; This Eclectic Life;