Hamlet Monk
Hamlet Monk, author of “Hobo Soup,” has had an argument with his muse. One Monkey Typing microphones were inadvertently left on in Hamlet’s cubicle at the publisher’s headquarters.
Hamlet: Well?
Muse: So?
Hamlet: Inspire me.
Muse: Four score and…
Hamlet: No, that’s a cliche; you’ll have to do better.
Muse: …and I took the road less traveled…
Hamlet: I’ve read the poem.
Muse: …the toss to first…Don Larsen has pitched a perfect game!
Hamlet: Please, sports are inspiring?
Muse: That’s about all I have.
Hamlet: What? You can’t say that. You’re my muse.
Muse: I can tell you’re not interested.
Hamlet: That’s your job. You’re supposed to interest me.
Muse: Well, I can’t. I’m through.
Hamlet: It’s about writing, for God’s sake.
Muse: Right.
Hamlet: This is my life.
Muse: Yep. (Yawn)
Hamlet: It’s important. I observe. I write. I leave a record behind. I make observations. My readers see the world from a different perspective when they read my writing.
Muse: Really.
Hamlet: When we write in our little cubicles, we make imperceptible changes to our larger world. And you yawn at the power of pen and ink?
Muse: hmm…
Hamlet: I used to rely on you.
Muse: Say, Hamlet. Hand me that pen and paper.
Muse. No experience necessary. Must be able to deal with obnoxious writers who have irrational demands. Please apply in the comments section.
