Don't be like my 'alternate Scheherazade.'

The title said it all:

"Scheherazade and the 997 Arabian Nights - And the Worst-Ever Case of Writer's Block."
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No need to apologize.

I don't know any numbers at all ...

How many visitors - readers who don't even have an account ... ?

How many people with accounts - write nothing, not even comments (me, for maybe 5 years) ... ?

How many people (of those with accounts) become authors ... ?

How many authors have less than 5 stories ...

How many authors, Dorothy, have =hundreds= of stories ...?

And you think you need to apologize because why?

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2,000+ years ago, the Greeks thought the Muses were a collection of Goddesses who could grant to, or withhold inspiration from, artists.

Maybe 'Modern Science' has a better understanding after two millennia ...

About all I know is that if we 'saturate' our brains on a problem ... Poke it, prod it, try some solutions (that don't work), push really hard. and then -

We give up. We go sideways. Visit a park, a friend, a nifty restauarnt, ... most often, we go to bed.

And sometimes, our Muse then just plops the solution into our brains leaving us with a feeling of "where the heck did -that- come from ...?"

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"Ya t'ink you gots problems ... ?"

On November 5th, USA voters (that's terrifying all by itself...) will "determine the fate of 'Free' World ..."

And, I'm in a State that has not the Electoral College 'clout' to affect anything ...

With luck, I won't spend that evening being heart-sick.
Or dangerously drunk ...
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Hang in there, read, enjoy, comment, see what I said over at floop-book.

Don't make my Muse come and have a ... chat ... with your Muse.

My Muse once turned me into a Janitor at Chicago's Lyric Opera, and my Mom and I did a whole skit, real time, of Mom interviewing the Janitor (me.)

Scary Lady, that Muse of mine ...