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Trixie Taps Away

I look at a blank screen for zero minutes For Trixie, my muse is always overthinking and outthinking I try to hold on to my sanity as she taps out something Fast and furiously, without any help on my part. Where are we going with this? I used to wonder. I have stopped being curious. I just hang on for the ride. Knowing she will come to screeching halt when she is finished. She takes all of the anxiety out of writing. If I like what she has written, I claim it. If I feel it is questionable, I give her credit. It works for us.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2021




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Date: 12/23/2021 10:40:00 AM
you're lucky to have trixie, caren! i wish i had a muse of my own...
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 12/23/2021 11:21:00 PM
I shall send her to bug you some day and then we shall talk again.
Date: 12/23/2021 9:35:00 AM
I'd say. That Trixie is one we all covet, Caren.
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 12/23/2021 11:22:00 PM
Trixie is throwing a flaming baton in the air and twirling with her little short skirt flipping around, in your honor now Hank. There will be no living with her today so thanks a bunch!

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