After years collecting dust on a shelf, the muse came back to me like a river breaking a dam. October 2017, I had a dream. A visitor came to me. Not just any visitor; it was my late grandmother who died in 1998. She said, “Why have you stopped writing?”
“I don’t know. Grams, I miss you. The passion wasn’t there after you left.”
“It’s still there, my child. You just have to find it. It’s time you stop this nonsense and get back to doing what you’re meant to do,” and with that she hugged me. It was a real physical hug, not like the ones usually felt in a dream. She kissed my forehead.“I will always be there, watching over you. You may not see me, but I’m there.”
And with that, she was gone……
Why do I write? Because it strikes a thirst within me that can’t be explained. I may have remained dormant with writing for nearly 20 years, but the muse has always been there, waiting to escape.
Let the journey continue……..
Emmy R. Bennett