Exercising

There have been a lot of stories told in this here apartment the last few days. I have a visitor who is a champion storyteller. He wold make a good muse if he only didn't insist on artistic control. I am hard pressed to repeat one these stories. The stories are so bound with the storyteller, as if resistant to another's telling.

Perhaps that is the case with all stories. They are tied up with the teller or [insert Irish word here] or [insert yiddish word here]. (I know these words. My memory is gone.)

Ideas for stories: the thriller about the woman who loses her memory only to find it again.
the Fat Man, valentine to gerb
Wedding story
Hypochrondriac or really Ill - The Canary

I recognize what I read. What I like. I like movies and tee vee and books. I like non-fiction and biography. I read novels only if they are recommended. I skip the book reviews in the paper. Until recently. if I wanna write a book, I should stay on top of the game. I am secure knowing that I will never be a rock star, never reading concert reviews. Theater reviews are good for the anger they incite in me every time. Theater Reviewer Asshole Syndrome is conveniently displayed in their columns. 'Cause, really, all reviewers do is make theater seem boring.

Where's my muse?

She might be swimming around the bottles of beer on the counter. I should probably take a nap. I wonder where the atom bomb is hidden.

How are you? i am currently looking for my muse. i left her around here somewhere. She might be in one of the medicine bottles. She wasn't in the coffee.

[excuse me]

Ah... How do i say this politely? She was found. She was stuck in shit. Poor thing.

And how's your ass doing? Monologue on Assholism or crazy christian? huh.