Not for the Faint of Heart: A poem about writing

"My stories run up and bite me on the leg - I respond by writing down everything that goes on during the bite. When I finish, the idea lets go and runs off."
Ray Bradbury

Writing
a day long journey
not for the fain of heart.

Somewhere
between morning dishes
and afternoon laundry
the muse attacks
distracts
whispering sweet plots
to my ears.

The story line
is too intriguing
to stop
for anything except
black coffee.

I sigh
knowing
I still have laundry
to lug to the laundromat,
but midnight
is not time to leave the apartment
unescorted by my muse;
who insists
that I remain
until the chapter is finished
and the protagonist
meets the antagonist
on the battle field.