Behind the Lines
Three swallows conspire on a wire.
Heart aflutter, the first swallow whispers, “Here she comes! Do you think she’ll recognize us?”
“So habitual.” The second swallow twists her agile neck and yawns into her wingpit, “Same tennis shoes. Same dog. Same stretch of road. Same. Exact. Time. Every. Morning.”
“You,” the third swallow counters, “favor the thrill of adventure and unpredictability, but, if we want to be heard, we need an artist with a sharp sixth sense. We need an artist who has the discipline to pour her creative energy into this project. We need somebody craz— err… vulnerable enough to admit she hears us. She’s our girl.”
Pulled from her reverie by the synchronized motion of swallows taking flight overhead, Artist looks skyward. “Calliope? Thalia? Urania? Is that you? Please tell me you’re back!”
A note from LoveLetterist: In late summer the muses let me know they had a book idea… featuring none other than themselves. 🤭
We set to work, creating artwork with chalk pastels and fine-tipped markers. All the while I listened for the muses banter about what happens behind the lines of creative effort — enthusiasm, excitement, curiosity, frustration — the waiting and thrill that comes with reeling in inspiration 🎣to make something tangible.
Nia succinctly sums up Behind the Lines: muses on the move as a show-don’t-tell book about creativity.
Where can you find it?
I’ve moved into an independent author’s 🏡 on the World Wide Web!
You can check-check-check it out by clicking here.
The 🚪is always open.
The trio and I wish you merry and joy as we round out 2025 and 🤸♀️ into 2026.
Thank you for making space for us to pop into your inbox.
Happy Creating!



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My oh my what a wonderful day!
Gail, this development warms my heart. 💗 Today’s announcement is tantamount to a flourish of trumpets. Unmuted! You and The Muses, as always, are an exceptional team. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. Hasty Pudding and all!
Nice website, Gail! Did you not have one before?