The thing with a Muse is she can be a fickle bitch, here one moment, gone the rest and there you are, all alone and void of inspiration. And waiting for her to come back is only asking for more sorrow – she’ll make you wait as long as she damn well pleases, and fuck you very much if you don’t like it.
But you know how to get her attention?
The last thing, the VERY LAST THING your Muse will stand for is you fucking with all this good shit she gave you. Edit, and she’ll come running and help you along. Every time. And the next thing you know, it’s like a friggin’ honeymoon all over again … until the next time …
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