Edna has been quiet
Not silent just quiet
What were there, 12 muses in Greek mythology? Edna the crash dummy is mine. And of late, she has been quiet. A while back, I pulled out my sketch pad and warmed up with a doodle. I liked what happened on the page. So, I inked it and colored it and Shaded it. I ended up with a piece that had nothing to do with the crash dummies.
Edna would have raised an eyebrow but she does not have eyebrows.
“Inspire me with a pun,” I emplored of her, “a play on words, a gag, something funny about relationships, something.”
“You have creative issues, you need to work them out.”
“Bullshit! I am not undergoing artist angst, I just discovered a new expressive outlet.”
“Doodling? That’s what kept you off the honor roll on school.”
“Yeah,” I don’t like where this is going, “I just don’t hear you right now.”
“When you are ready, you will listen.”
“So, now you are Yoda?”
“Ah, sarcasm; the lowest form of humor.”
I grab up my sketch pad. Mindless doodles.
Fade to blurry grey.