Chasing the Muse -- or running from it
It's Sunday afternoon, I've: taken a 90 minute bubble bath, watched way too much VH-1, chatted online with everyone I can think of, researched stuff for other people's stories and written 3 pages. Yep, three... I'm a disgrace.
So, to chase down, spear and capture my slut of a muse (as the Nora calls her in this month's rwa mag), I went for a hike. Uh huh, got you there, didn't I? A hike, as in me, the woods and my digital. Sadly not even mother nature could give me a sharp enough kick in the ass that I would revisit Callie today, but I did find a hidden treasure (and no, not the scratch marks burning on my calves right now):
Yes kids, it's berry season. Actually I knew that, but had long forgotten we had vines. Hey, it's 16 acres of wilderness here kids. So, I didn't get inspired, but I did find a new source of procrastination -- the idea that in a few weeks, fresh berries which equals pie, cobblers, oh my! Off to search for recipes... maybe Callie cooks -- who knows?
So, to chase down, spear and capture my slut of a muse (as the Nora calls her in this month's rwa mag), I went for a hike. Uh huh, got you there, didn't I? A hike, as in me, the woods and my digital. Sadly not even mother nature could give me a sharp enough kick in the ass that I would revisit Callie today, but I did find a hidden treasure (and no, not the scratch marks burning on my calves right now):
Yes kids, it's berry season. Actually I knew that, but had long forgotten we had vines. Hey, it's 16 acres of wilderness here kids. So, I didn't get inspired, but I did find a new source of procrastination -- the idea that in a few weeks, fresh berries which equals pie, cobblers, oh my! Off to search for recipes... maybe Callie cooks -- who knows?
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