Wednesday, July 13, 2011
My Brain Hurts
My Muse is a mean _itch. (Fill in whatever consonant works for you. "W"if you're being nice. "B" if you're being naughty. You can guess which one I'm thinking.) She'll only show up when I'm down to the wire and sleepless. She laughs at my pain. Tortures me with fresh ideas and creative twists and turns when there is no time to execute them all. We have a severe love/hate relationship, my Muse and I. Dysfunctional. Co-depedent. Can't live without each other.
But shh, don't tell her I'm complaining or she'll storm off in a huff.
Two days left to make my deadline. Sixty pages remaining to write and then do revisions. I can do it, right?