A Goddess Visits oleh J. R. Kruze

A goddess visted me. And told me to get to work. Writers were supposed to be writing, not just complaining about their writers block.She told me that what you dont use, you lose. So my imagination was something to exercise. Of course, the way she was dressed left little to the imagination. And as she got closer, it was more evident...Excerpt:A goddess came to me last night.She said there was a gold mine between my ears, but Id have to start using it. Until I did, I could spend none of it. And would be working hand-to-mouth for the rest of my life. She wore a gossamer-thread shift over her, which was a bit distracting. Golden hair, clear blue eyes. None of this covered her feminine features very well. Have you ever seen gossamer? Its extremely thin, and rare. Its the stuff young spiders put out in order to catch the wind and fly to their new homes. Of course, its the same stuff web silk is made from, so is extremely tough. When you walk through the woods, youll find that across trails and catching in your face. So tough that you can almost hear it pling as it breaks. So thin that you barely see it except when you catch the sun glinting off it. So making an entire garment out of this would be expensive, and humans wouldnt find it possible.Fairies. She said.Huh? I asked.Fairies collected and wove these strands into cloth. She said.Well, that would make sense. Providing you believe in fairies. I replied.They dont need you to believe in them. That rumor got started by a writer and his stage play. A slight frown crossed her face. Fairies only appear in your universe if you believe in them. Thats the trick. They still exist regardless of whether you believe in them or not. But they only show up if you ask them, or expect them, even as a stray thought.Like the odd times that you see a single small branch waving in the wind, but you feel no wind, and nothing else is moving. I said.Exactly. But that might not be a fairy. Might be a goblin. Might be a poltergeist. she said.Could be helpful. Could be dangerous. How would I tell? I asked.Only by accepting it as it is and figuring out how to talk with it. If you cant see it, you havent accepted it enough, yet. she answered.So I see only what I want to see. I said.Sure, like its always been. Like you dont hear the teacher sometimes in class. Like when you tune out to some recording and find it rewritten when you listen to it again - new sections youd never heard before. This is old stuff. Youve been through this. Selective perception. She idly played with a loose thread on the beds quilt...Bonus Short Stories Included: Max Says No. - When the pet dog starts talking by refusing to get into the pickup truck cab, it was time to have a conversation with him...A Nervous Butt- Not the only talking animal on this farm, an expectant momma cow tells her worries to the farmer who is caring for her. Starting out by knocking him down...Get Your Copy Now.