Elusive Muse

Another rejection letter, eighteenth in a row. Her last book was published in 1990. Post that, she barely managed to scribble down a few short stories in mediocre magazines. “One-hit wonder,” critics say.

Every night, she’d sit before her typewriter, scourging for words. But, the muse eludes her, refuses to show up. She digs through the dim corners of her mind, hopelessly awaits inspiration to strike again. Words are cruel; they’re making themselves scarce.

Fair-weather relations have long flown away. “It’s just writer’s block, don’t fret about it,” the loyal ones would say.

Meanwhile, alcohol and cigarettes keep her company.


Written for Friday Fictioneers

PHOTO PROMPT © Yvette Prior

30 thoughts on “Elusive Muse

  1. Cigarette can be used to take mind of a problem. Eventually cigarette becomes the problem. Add to this alcohol. Nicely created complicated scene.

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    1. I know, Dale. It is scary. But whenever I find myself struggling to find the right word to express my thoughts, I follow this line “writing about a writer’s block is better than not writing at all” by Charles Bukowski. It has helped me so far. Thank you for the read.

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  2. Piyali, apparently P G Wodehouse once said “I just sit at the typewriter and curse a bit”. I think all writers will get what he meant. Sometimes it’s comforting to know that such a fine writer had the same frustrations as everybody else.

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