Author's Note
I just returned to writing to finish a long running story. I had some difficulties figuring out to get started after a long break.
The following is a fictionalized version of how to best deal with pesky muses and their bothersome inspirations. I hope this entertains.
I was settling into a booth in a local coffee shop, getting ready to read a bit, order breakfast, and enjoy a good cup of diner coffee. Work has kept me busy the last four years. I changed jobs, then got promoted, and genuinely have enjoyed the benefits of a more upward mobile career than I had experienced in the previous five years.
I placed my iPad on the table, ordered a pitcher of coffee, and asked for a menu. I began reading a few blogs, then news, then slipped into Literotica to see if there were any new stores posted.
Soon after a gaggle of women entered the restaurant talking and giggling. I saw the blonde first, and blinked curiously.
"I knew her, didn't I?" I thought to myself.
At that moment she turned and saw me, and pointed, "There he is!" and the rest of the group turned and headed to my booth.
I did a double take, and looked behind me at the empty diner, and then back to the approching foursome.
They stopped and my table and the lithe redhead slid beside me. She turned towards me and kissed me on the cheek, then shifted over my lap to sit near the window, still pressed against me.
"Hi Lexi," I sighed as I felt her gentle kiss, "how are you."
"Perfectly happy," she smiled as her head leaned on my shoulder.
Carmen slid in next to me and turned, and tugged on my beard.
"Ay Papi, grew it all the way out, huh?," she smiled and pulled my lips to kiss her, "And so distinguished with the grey streak."
She settled in beside me and rubbed her fingers up and down my thighs.
Kelly slid over into the other booth, and just smiled at me.
"I've missed you," she said, "You never call, you never... Write."
Then Alyssa slipped in besider her, and looked at me, before she pushed her glasses up her nose.
"We are here to discuss the latter," she said with a grin, "In case it wasn't obvious."
"My lack of writing?" I asked with a sly grin. "I write quite a bit, actually. It's just a shame it's mostly emails."
"Too right," Kelly simpered, "and you never send me any emails. I check it everyday, you know."
"Well imaginary email addresses are notoriously unreliable," I parried and picked up my cup of coffee to enjoy a sip.
Alyssa looked at me, and wouldn't stop looking at me.
"What??" I finally growled, startling the waitress.
"You're not real," I hissed, "you're a figment of my imagination."
"Are we though?" Alyssa asked.