When the Muse Does His Own Thing
My muse is kind of a bastard. First, he (yes, he) gives me ideas that make my jaw drop, my eyes glaze over, and my heart trip hammer. But I’m driving. Or otherwise somewhere where I cannot write the idea down. Thankfully, I’ve circumvented this by having my phone on me at all times, so Read more about When the Muse Does His Own Thing[…]