It matters not whether it is morning, afternoon, evening, midnight, or the tail-end of a 48-hour session, when the muse arrives, she must be served on the spot.
It just so happens than my Muse, my oh so dearly beloved, insists on knocking on the door at the most unexpected of times – when I need sleep! We have a long history of this, and I’ve gotten used to it, but still. I mean, really, who loves to lie in bed spellbounded by insomnia as The Muse casts her spell?
Those that know their muses, and know them rather well, know that when the modern descendents of daughters of Zeus arrive in all their profound, stylistic and amazing glory, you better get to work! Thou shalt not anger the Goddesses.
It just so happens that when my muse arrives, she means…
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