Apologies to Letter V
I was full of vim and vigour first thing this morning with visions of writing beautiful verse or a wonderful version of a story, but my Muse Vivian vanished and took a temporary vacation. She left me feeling so vulnerable with a bunch of lame verse and prose of no value whatsoever. *Sad violins play*
I am very vexed that my Muse Vivian was off with her vapid friends. Talk about a violation of her contract. And to vex me further, she broke my favourite Venitian vase. I may need to take some Valium.
Later I heard Vivian’s vocal talents down at Vernon’s Village Pub. She’d definitely been into the Vino!
So much for opening a vein and letting the blood pour onto the page today. It ain’t gonna happen.
So I'm off to Italy in my imagination to visit Venice . Maybe I will ask for help from the Goddess Venus since Vivian is so useless.
So sorry V. Nothing personal.