My Muse is a Lie

Writers write. Or, so I’ve been told. What happens when we don’t? We come up with other things to do. Laundry is piling up, so I can’t write. The baby has been sick, so I can’t write. I’m in a fibro flare, so I can’t write. My muse is quiet, so I can’t write. Or can I?

The truth is simple: my muse is a lie.

Friday Fictioneers 31 March 2017

Morning Breather: Friday Fictioneers 31 March 2017

It’s time for more Friday Fictioneers! I’ve got The Widow Teal on my brain with Camp NaNoWriMo starting tomorrow, so I decided to incorporate the characters into today’s flash fiction. This time, I’m writing about Arty, Jerrica’s friend and supporter – and a retired detective who is recovering from his last (and hardest) case. Through today’s story, we glimpse at what his life was like before he landed in Jerrica’s neck of North Carolina.