Julie’s Muse here. She’s supposed to be writing this post, but due to unforseen circumstances–sure, like I haven’t been warning her about this for the past three weeks. Sheesh!
Anyway, she asked me to write the post today–okay, she didn’t ask me. She needs to focus on her WIP, so I’m taking this off her plate. Just this time, though.
Did you hear that, love? Don’t think I’m going to do this every freaking time you get within spitting distance of Despair. Who sold you those one-way tickets, anyhow? I’m gonna kick someone’s ass. Round-trip tickets to Despair with layovers are the only ones they’re supposed to sell.
I’m gonna need a bonus for this. Cinnamon whiskey. Did you hear me? Hey, are you even listening? *curses under breath*
Anyway, she’s having a creative, er, mental crisis right now, of the sort that’s way above my pay grade. I sent her to con-fab with the ancient muses for a while, until she breaks through. Or breaks down. Whichever gets her fixed faster.
The ancient muses? You know, the Nature Enclave. No? Never heard of them? Okay, so maybe that’s not their real name, but they’re the ones we Muses hit up for inspiration. You may know them by their other names: the outdoors, wilderness, parks, nature, trees, oceans, waterfalls, mountains, Mother Earth, etcetera.
Anyway, my job for today is to make sure she comes back from her walkabout. *looks around* Dammit, lost her already. *pulls out author detector* Hmm. *adjusts settings* Ah, there she is, still wandering through the Valley of Dark Moods. I’d better bring her a light.
Oh, one more thing.