She's selfish, greedy, domineering, totally inconsiderate of your feelings, your emotions. She rules the roost as head mistress. As her slave you have no choice but to do as she demands or you get no comfort nor peace until you've submitted totally to her.

Her redeeming quality is she does have the best ideas and you must admit it feels wonderful after you completed the task she set before you.

Hugs Emma, don't get too contaminated visiting with our kin across the pond. They talk funny and have weird ideas about the English language we gave them. Try as we might to teach them how to drive, they still got it wrong. I have some thought on that. Dodging the cannon fire from the French Ships of War, the bombs from Germany they took to driving on the wrong side of the road. That way the enemy would believe they were returning when they were yet to arrive. One must lead the intended target if said target is on the move. Thus instead of leading because the English were on the wrong side of the road the enemy actually shot or dropped bombs way behind the vehicles. How wickedly smart were they to deceive the enemy that way by driving on the wrong side of the road.

Last bit of knowledge about our weird cousins. They never learned English no matter how hard we tried to teach them so just smile a lot. A boot isn't something you put on your foot if you know what I mean. Silly buggers thinks it is something on their car. A bonnet doesn't go on the head to keep the sun off. A tap isn't something you do if you're on the other side of the door to announce yourself. I think it is something on the lavatory or kitchen sink? If you need help, call me. I can't understand them either but I'm great at making things up I think they should have said.

Have fun and don't bring home any plants or anything else for that matter. They have some kind of green monster they imported and it's eating up their country a little bit at a time. They never learned to leave well enough alone. I believe if they saw something on Mars they liked they probably would drag that back home too before questioning if it was alive or not.
Hugs Emma
Barb
Stick close to me Doll, I'm the only sane person on this big Blue Spaceship hurling through space.

My muse, when she deigns to show up, often ignores the stories I have in the pipeline and reveals yet another work that she will abandon when the mood strikes her.

I have two stories I was working on. One of them was started over 20 years ago. The other, only a couple of year ago. I'd been stuck on both of them and had shelved them in favor of easier projects. But when I posted a couple shorter finished works (in the other genre I write in) I looked through my bone pile and decided to reread these two stories and got inspired. I started working on first one and when I reached a point where I needed to work out some point in the plot, I shove it to the back of my mind and let my subconscious deal with it while I worked on the other. It was great. I got several thousand words in each of them and was nearing the final chapter in each. Getting anxious to actually finish one of them, I decided to work on only one of them until it was finished. Easier said than done. I remember thinking, "What I need is more discipline." To which my muse replied, "More discipline, you mean like 'Petticoat Discipline?' and promptly started a story line about a volunteer for petticoating.

Then Melanie E, bless her heart, put up the "Take Your Daughter to Work" April challenge and my muse jumped up and said, "OOUUU, OOUUU, I've got and idea for that one," and I was off to the races. It should have been an easy piece and it was until I reached a crisis point where problem for my MC occurred at which point my muse backed of and in essence said, "How you going to get them out of this one?" and left me hanging. Hopefully I'll get it finished before the end of the month and can get back to work on the two original pieces that only a chapter and an epilogue to get them finished.