Missing.

Has anybody seen my Silly Ditty muse? She used to sit on my shoulder late at night, giggle a lot, and poke me in the ear until I’d written down what she told me. I haven’t seen her for several weeks.

She’s about six inches tall, with long, curly black hair and discreet wings. She looks about eight, but don’t let that fool you. She tells me she remembers a time before America had giant redwoods. She also tells me that she was the one who persuaded me to take the Big Drop and come into this world. I wasn’t very keen on the idea, apparently.

So, if you should see her skipping or flying absentmindedly about the place, would you please tell her I’m missing her. Thanks.