As you might have gathered from the last few blog-posts, I didn’t get any creative writing done in the past few days. And consequently my Muse sits twiddling her thumbs. And whenever Muse gets bored because I’m not listening to her, she pays me back by giving me the most vivid, disturbing dreams at night. She might make me write romances, but when it comes to dreams, she makes me live through thrillers. Wonderful.
… I guess I really need to go and play with her. Creative output, here I come! :O)