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These days my muse has left for greener pastures. I do not have time to cultivate her garden or the energy to give her voice. My muse and I seem no longer to be on speaking terms; she is looking for a writer who has time to sit over strong coffee or a glass of red wine and ponder the creative process, compose, edit. There are frantic and hopeful poets and painters around the world who would appreciate her gift.
© 2006, Sara Engleman
Stage One: Denial
I'm not a bitch.
In fact, I'm a martyr. I hardly ever complain. If I need to, I cry in the shower where no one can hear me. I serve myself the smallest piece of chicken for dinner. I wash everybody's laundry, including the dog's. I sing lullabies to my baby and Old McDonald to my two year old. I unplug toilets, pay phone bills, and change the batteries in the smoke detectors.
© 2006, Diane Scott