So good to hear my muse calling me again. I wrote tonight. A gain of 158 words on The Colt, and another little drabble of 100 words for fun on my publisher’s social email list. 258 words all told and that’s pretty good considering I have not written anything much, since I finished a few short stories for anthology calls earlier this year.
I think I may be slowly coming back, and a big part of that is because readers have taken the time to let me know how much they enjoy my stories. Feedback is love! I love hearing from readers.
As a reward, here’s the drabble I wrote from the prompts Spatula, puppet bluebird.
Exactly 100 words, and I guess my muse is in a growly mood tonight.
“What’s wrong?” Miles asked.
“Nothing, why does something have to be wrong, just because I’m not flitting around like the bluebird of happiness?” Aaron fixed his partner with a level stare from across the table.
“Because–normally you’re flitting around like the bluebird of happiness,” Miles replied.
With a shrug, Aaron plastered a smile on his face and got up from the table. He danced a few steps, humming “Dance Puppet, Dance” as accompaniment. “Happy now?”
Miles sighed. “Okay, sorry for caring! I just wanted you to smile. No need to lay it on with a spatula.”
“I’m sorry,” Aaron murmured.