It's been a little over 12 months since I posted anything on this blog and I had almost given up on the Muse and the possibility that words might come flooding back. I won't pretend that the Great Best Seller Novel has suddenly appeared in my head, complete with chapters, plots, protagonists and all the bells and whistles - far from it. But there is a whisper of the Muse, a faint hint that perhaps he/she/it is returning to the fray, fragments, tantalizing snippets of something, they waft past, calling, then twisting and teasingly disappearing from view. A brief but exciting scent on the breeze, almost a lovers caress in a dream.
The scent is that of lavender and it colours my prose with a hint of purple, but I bang my head on the wall and my fist on the desk. Other colours begin to manifest themselves - the red of tension, the black of despair and the greens, browns and yellows of plot. Blue is there and I do not yet know if it is sky or sea. I strain to hear if there is music but my Muse has not released the score as yet.
A cat screeches outside my window -on the fence, a dog barks and some one curses at it. The dream dissolves into reality and I am back at my desk - the computer screen continues to glare blindly and the keyboard maintains it's stony silence. I struggle to grasp the few words that resound in my head but the Muse has gone again -teasing me. She - it has to be female - will return and the words - at the tip of my fingers will come - all I need to do is wait - and listen for the siren song. Stay tuned.