"What I try to do is write. I may write for two weeks ‘the cat sat on the mat, that is that, not a rat.’ And it might be just the most boring and awful stuff. But I try.
When I’m writing, I write. And then it’s as if the muse is convinced that I’m serious and says, 'Okay. Okay. I’ll come.'"
Day three of "Susie sells seashells by the seashore."
WHERE ARE YOU, MUSE?
Okay, I'll revise something, instead.
*heh heh* Enjoy your week!