You Were Always On My Mind……

My fingers are itching.  My keyboard is calling to me.  I can even hear it faintly in my sleep.  I have a couple of story ideas and I can’t seem to shake them.  I’ve taken Isabella’s advice and opened up a OneNote notebook and made notes about them, hoping that just getting them down would help clear them from my consciousness.  No dice.  I keep seeing Valkyries everywhere I look.  They’re imaginary, of course.  Valkyries don’t exist – not in the twenty-first century at any rate.  But what if they did exist a thousand years ago?  My mind is a whirl with scenarios. 

And if Valkyries are hanging around, there must be a few Vikings wandering about nearby.  My mother and the Sisters might suggest that I have a thing for a certain Viking right now, and that’s why giant blond men are in my thoughts, but whatever.  I have neither the capacity nor the desire to shoo them away.

And then unbidden, a knight in armor strolls through.  What is he doing here?  It seems a little incongruous, nevertheless, once he takes off his helmet and I can see his battle scarred face, his long, black hair dirty and sweaty from the fight, I know why he’s here.  Have a seat over there, love.  I’ll be with you in a moment.  There are seats available since that Pirate and the Angel have been dealt with.

And every so often, I hear the strains of a fire engine in the back ground, and sometimes the soft nicker of a horse.  Listen up,  Mr. Fireman and Mr. Cowboy, I don’t have time for you right now.  I have a Marquess and an Earl to marry off, first.

 But don’t go far.  I miss you when you’re gone.