My muse is gone. I don't know where she went, maybe on an extended vacation, but at least she turned up long enough yesterday to get a flash story out. then, just like a snap of the fingers, she was gone again. I am beginning to miss my muse. If you see her, tell her I miss her and give her bus fare for the ride home. I will pay you back.
Actually, things are about to get back to normal. As soon as we wrap up the half-dozen or so projects I have going on around my house we will be back in the writing groove and my muse might not feel so neglected. I just hope she will forgive me some shop time so I can build some bedroom furniture for the kids and a bar for myself.
I hope your muses aren't feeling neglected at this point in the summer.
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