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.