What can I say? My muse is a total whore. Heck, I bet if she met up with a new story idea each week, she’d wink at it, blow kisses and then trod toward the back of the bleachers and tell the story to have it’s way with her. Or worse, she’d have her way with IT!
I mean, she has absolutely no sense of commitment. And I think that’s why the two of us argue so much. I’m always trying to stay focused on my fantasy, because it really has so much potential and I love the characters in it, and she’s always off looking for something better. Today, I woke up, and felt a strange urge to write this story I’ve had in the back of my mind for a while. She was just dancing pretty circles around it, twirling her skirt a little too high, doing that ‘come hither’ thing. And I was practically swearing at her. Sleazy whore. Now, I’m wondering if I should just work on a new project, to get rid of the awful block clogging up the second half of the other one. The one I talked about in my blog yesterday. Wait, was that yesterday? Crap, the days just sort of blend into each other.
Anyway, I don’t wanna be a total flake and be jumping from manuscript to manuscript, because then I’ll be as bad as my whore of a muse. So now I’m torn. I think I need to send her to a convent or something. Or trade her in for someone who understands the concept of loyalty. Cause seriously. She’s just ridiculous.
