"Waiting For the Muse to Hit"
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Promises, Promises, Don. No lovely ethereal creature has sought me out.

I think I should remember a glowing entity with wings floating somewhere around my head...or at least, in my kitchen, where I do most of my writing.

Why the kitchen you say? There is method in my madness. Potatoe chips call to me at odd times. If I am sitting next to them, all I have to do is reach over which does not spoil that rapturous moment of creativity that has hit me between the eyes.

Which, I am still awaiting, btw. So, where are these angels you foretold, ye old Soothsayer?

5/12/2025 12:07:38 PM [ Report Abuse ]

The angels search to and fro around the earth to find the one who can translate their own musings. They have found the best in Elise, and wait in line to inspire you.

4/9/2025 8:40:27 AM [ Report Abuse ]