Sunday, July 24, 2011

When the Muse Screams at You From a Tree

you really should listen.

Yesterday morning I let the cats out on the balcony and was sitting in peace, drinking my coffee when suddenly the silence was disturbed by a very loud crow out on the tree right next to my deck.

By Gawd, that bird had a lot to say and was not going to be put off. I went out and stood there, the bird giving me a piece of its mind and then some. And I had an epiphany.

Years ago I started a story about a man named Crow (not a shifter story, just to clarify) and I got to a place where the big old shoot-out was going to occur (that's a metaphor because there are no guns) and I stopped. Just like that.

So I said to that noisy crow, "Okay then." I pulled up that old file and started writing and the crow went away and my house is quiet again.

Moral of the story: keep the deck door closed.

1 comment:

  1. Whatever it takes, Lori. Whatever it takes. :-)