Sorry for the light posting lately. Been very busy. I’m at a conference today and on break at the moment.
Bloo v 0.17 is coming soon.
I was also thinking the other day that I need to get back to this:
“Well, the ancients only counted the nine muses, all of them females,” Piper got out of his chair and stood, adopting a professorial tone. Daniel rolled his eyes. “They are the children of Zeus and Mnemosyne, the goddess of memory. There is Calliope, the muse of epic poetry -.”
“Since when did you become an expert in Greek mythology?” Daniel interrupted.
“I know much about many things, young pup. Don’t interrupt.” Piper continued: “Euterpe is the muse of music, Erato brings us love poetry,” at this Piper winked at Daniel, “and, um, there are a few other muses whose names I can’t remember at the moment.”
“Speaking of love poetry,” Daniel said, “how’s your new love interest doing? What was her name? Chloe?”
Piper shook his head, eyes lidded and head inclined toward Daniel; a philosopher correcting a wayward pupil. “She who we shall not name has, shall we say, flown the coop.”
“No way.” Daniel glanced sidelong at Michael.
“So who’s the web muse?” Michael asked.
“The web muse has no name,” Piper said, “but she descends upon me often, and through me weaves a symphony of Internet e-wonder. Ergo my throng of delighted customers.” Piper bowed his head, holding his hands up to quiet the unheard applause.
Daniel was unimpressed. “So, who’s the muse of bull-”
At that Toni stuck her head in the door. “Daniel, are you almost done in there? I need to talk over some things with you. I’ve got some ideas.”
“Yeah, be right there.”
Toni threw a hard look toward Piper and left the doorway.
Piper smiled at Daniel. “Your muse is calling. I believe she will inspire you to greatness.”
“Call me Melpomene, Mr. Lyper.” Toni’s voice echoed from down the hall. Piper flinched.
“Man, she’s got good ears,” whispered Michael.
“I’m coming,” Daniel called after her, and turned to walk out of the room. When he reached the door, he turned back toward Piper. “Who’s Melpomene?”
“She’s one of the muses.”
“The muse of what?”
My novel – working title Twenty Three Notes. This is an excerpt from one of the last bits I wrote (from chapter six) and there I’ve been stalled for quite some time. This part is a tad “salty” but (I hope) all to good purpose.
Toni remains in the hallway, and Michael, Daniel and Piper look at each other quizzically while I fiddle. Maybe I’ll get back to it soon. I have no illusions about publication. Just finishing. And in some way communicating redemption.
Be back soon.