Another Ode to My Muse


Dear Finicky Creature of a Muse,

My plans were set.

I’d plotted.

I’d outlined, as much as a panster does.

I’d dreamed of dialogue and scenes.

And in one weekend, you buggered it all up.  Tossing my ideas out the window for a new shiny idea.

Thank you. Thank you so very much.

Except not at all.