When the Muse Takes Over
Like many writers, I haven’t always had the friendliest relationship with my muses. Actually, that’s a very diplomatic (and less than honest) way to put it. I’ve been known to throw bricks at them. I have threatened them with fire, called them obscene names, and sang a certain unmentionable song from a certain DisneyWorld ride at them over and over and over until they coughed up a scene I wanted. Yes, it’s childish, but they started it.