The Muses Are Not Amused

By Jeff Thomason

In college, Allen’s hand was guided by the Muses -- Greek goddesses of the arts -- but he chose to ignore their gifts. Now he is a professor himself pushing his art students to paint in his style instead of following the whisperings of the muses. They decide to give him one more chance to change his course or else learn the hard way that you don't want an unamused muse with her eyes set on you.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jeff Thomason
• Release date: May 14, 2010
• ISBN: 9781452372419

Jeff Thomason

Jeff is the creator of the Cully Koala comic strip and author of the Wandering Koala tales. Jeff's dream has always been to be a rock star. Unfortunately, he can't sing, he can't dance, and he doesn't look good in tight leather pants. So he decided to pursue his second dream and become a writer and artist.When he isn't working on his own creations, he also provides graphic design, web development, and illustrations for companies all over the country including Community Care; Southwest Specialty Foods, Inc.; World Prayer Room; Le Ritz Hotel & Suites; Big H Products, Inc; Galaxy Southwest; Mega Corporation; Members' Auto Center; The Arizona Group; Jefferson School District 251; Double Your Decompression; the American Back Pain Association; the American Academy of Pediatrics; Playground Hound, LLC; and many others.

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The Muses Are NOT Amused

by Jeff Thomason

Smashwords Edition

All names, characters, and places are fictional. Any resemblance to real people—either living or dead—or places is purely coincidental. All rights reserved.

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©Copyright 2010 Jeff Thomason

Time for work, honey. Carrie walked into her husband’s studio clipping on her right earring. Your students are probably already in their seats waiting for you. She clipped on the left one.

Allen glanced over and noticed his wife was wearing the pair he had given her for their tenth anniversary. That made him smile. He knew Carrie, like most other women, had always wanted expensive jewelry but had to give up that dream when she met him—it wasn’t realistic on an artist’s salary. She loved her husband, never held it against him, and never brought it up. She understood the sacrifices she would have to make when she said I do and was happy to make them. He was happy, he was doing what he wanted to do, and they had enough to live on. How many other couples could say that? But whenever they passed a jewelry store window, he noticed her eyes lingering on glimmering gems set in precious metals. It took him over a year and a half of scrimping and saving to gather together enough cash for the earrings. They weren’t quite a carat each, but they were the best he could afford and more than enough for her. She cried when she opened them and wore them often around the house, because they reminded her how much her husband loved her, and that made them special.

Allen looked at his watch. "I can sit here for fifteen