Apologies to Letter V


Dear 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.

Love Cat

Comments

  1. Liz A.April 26, 2014 at 12:18 AM

    V can be a tough day...

    Liz A. from Laws of Gravity

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    1. UnknownApril 26, 2014 at 7:02 AM

      You betcha! Some days the writing just doesn't flow no matter how much stuff you write. I wrote pages of stuff, all of it crap. Oh well. It happens. Thanks for stopping by, Liz.

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  2. SuzyApril 26, 2014 at 1:31 AM

    Venice is a good place to go in one's imagination. Hope you've had a better day today.

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    1. UnknownApril 26, 2014 at 7:01 AM

      Thanks, Suzy. I managed to get my W post done quite easily this morning with the help of my new Muse, Kobie, the laptop cat.

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  3. Shailaja VApril 27, 2014 at 11:37 PM

    Oh I love the very varied vestiges of V that you brought out in this post :) You got a rocking post right there. V should be happy ;)

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  4. Loni TownsendApril 28, 2014 at 8:55 AM

    Very vivid verses!

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