I need to complain about my muse.

Not the usual complaint (you know, “where is that bitch!”). I mean, it’s tough to start a story without her, and there are always dry patches. But that’s normal.

Lately, though, when she shows up, she rips the stuffing out of me. I was working along, the last couple of weeks, make a little progress on a fanfic idea, then more substantial progress on something that’ll need to be posted as a serial. I had some free time this weekend, and it was good. Humming.

But I woke up this morning with a whole different story. A solo that I had to write, even though it left me in tears, time and time again. I got it posted, but my eyes are still swollen, my head hurts, and I feel like I’ve been beaten up. I’m a complete wreck.

I’ll be going on vacation in a week or so (“on holiday,” to my friends in the UK), so I probably won’t post another story for a month or so. Maybe by then, my muse will find her store of happy pills. I sure hope so!

Hugs!