It’s Tuesday. I’m not at home – writing. I should be. Why not?
I’m playing hooky.
Hooky is a great word. Imagine someone standing behind the curtain of my life. They’ve extended an unseen object with a hook on the end and they’ve yanked me from my desk. I’m hooked. I’m gone.
Where are we going? I ask. Somewhere fun? Is this a good hook or a bad hook? Have I been rescued for some good cause or abducted for some nefarious reason?
Should I have avoided the hook? I guess I could have ducked. I could have fought harder. I could have resisted. I didn’t.
So regardless of whether I am a victim of the hook or gracious recipient of a gift, I am not writing.
I am grocery shopping.
Muse: Let someone else do the grocery shopping.
Ms. D: But…but
Muse: Stop procrastinating. No more excuses. Get back to work.