The muse is preaching (begging,
pleading, imploring) patience.
Yes, the four-legged, furry highness who sits on my hip as I toil away
over “Oklahoma” is beseeching me not to sprint blindly to the now-in-sight
finish.
“Take your time, human one,” she persists. “Sweat the details. Immerse
us both in the pursuit of sweet perfection. The hours are finally ours; the
deadline waits two weeks out. Let us luxuriate in the process of tale-telling.”
I, the human one, am trying… but a collar and leash may prove necessary.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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