Monday, May 11, 2009

The Dry Spell

Ye Gods, I am doomed.

I have hit the dreaded dry spell. My imagination offers me nothing but rehashes, or less, for story fodder.

I lay in bed at night, struggling mightily to call a muse. Just one. One teensy little muse. Even a little baby muse would be fine. I'll bake it cookies or anything it wants.

How do you bribe a muse anyways? Food? Candy? Drugs? Whatever, I'm ready to cut a deal. Just show me the way to the little fellers.

1 comment:

  1. They like drugs. Lots and lots of drugs! LOLLOL.
    Really, their bribe of choice is caffeine. Lots and lots of caffeine!

    And if that doesn't work, whip the little rascals silly and make THEM perform. Then stare at a blank computer screen for eight hours and then start whipping on yourself!!