My creative muse is having a snit fit tonight.
She is thumbing her nose at me as if to say, “You have little time for me so why should I even look at you?”
This creating one is dragging her you know what and can barely spell her name much less produce a witty work of words.
The creative muse just will not co-operate.
I suppose I will need to ply her with copious amounts of sleep, flavorful coffee, a little bit of chocolate, and some fresh air. It’s the usual recipe of muse seduction that does the trick on most occasions.
I’ll let you know…