Haunted

My studio is haunted.

I don’t suppose anyone ever has all the time they’d like to do those things they find most enjoyable. We have a moment here or there, sometimes a whole afternoon, rarely a day. For many of us, this means lots of unfinished creations waiting, usually patiently.

However, I don’t think my particular unfinished creations are so patient any more. When I pass by the door to my studio which doubles as the door to the basement, I’ve been hearing murmuring. My husband assures me this is the washing machine running, but I’m not so sure. I think the pumpkin-headed figures I make are getting tired of waiting for me to decide how they’ll be dressed or what they’ll be holding. I wonder if the other figures, the ones that are still half-formed in my head or jotted down on paper are complaining, wondering if they’ll ever be anything more than an idea.

I’m going to be brave and go down and face them, try to give them time I’ll steal from doing something else. I’m going to try and make them real in an effort to stop the haunting.

But just in case it’s another seven months before I post, I do hope someone checks on me.

Eeekkkkk!