Today was a day when the muse was not in my head, or my heart. It was like the 14 pages from yesterday had emptied me out. I was vaguely angry, and disgruntled. I didn’t wanna work today. I was damn near pouting.

But I sat my butt in my chair, at my desk, with my keyboard and I took my own advice. I wrote all the reasons I could not possibly write today. I was tired. I was uninspired. My muse and I were grumpy. I didn’t feel well. The whining went on for a paragraph, then something I… Read More