Thursday, January 12, 2012

I am trying very hard to write something--anything--fictional. Not THE book as Jim keeps asking me, but a drabble to get my mind thinking creatively.

The issue is that I can't seem to create anything separate away from myself and my family. "Write what you know" is a great suggestion, but I don't desire to write a thinly veiled roman a clef.

Come on, muse, where are you? You whispered in my ear constantly in my teens. Now that I have time and energy again, you've hidden yourself. Please come back. I have cookies.

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