Letter to my Muse
Dear Spirit of the Dark cloud,
I have heard your call for years now, and have answered you in my spare time, but this has not come close to satisfying you. Your call has only grown louder and your presence ever stronger. I can see you in the back of my mind, a dark cloud with an inner light. You are swelling up with rage, and impatience that is no good for either of us. As of late, you have been overwhelming me with the urge to write, but with so much creative energy flooding me it can only leave us both frustrated and unfilled. Now you are distracting me from my everyday activities. The directions that we are heading can only lead us to destruction, but I am prepared to make you a deal that I believe will benefit us both.
I will dedicate myself to the completion of one novel at a time. I will satisfy your urge to create with a few breaks in between to write flash fiction. In return I expect you to dial it down and focus. You are no longer allowed to flood my being with the desire to write everything and anything. I know this will be difficult for you as you have so many ideas, but this is not negotiable. First, one idea at a time. Second, you are no longer allowed to ignore grammar and spelling as you pour your thoughts into me. You have several great ideas, but without proper grammar and spelling, they will never amount to much. Remember, the more you excel in your end of the deal the more we will accomplish.
Now as you are just a spirit in the form of a dark storm cloud, I will sign this declaration of intent for both of us and treat it as a written contract between us, which we will both be held accountable.