(wait…haven’t I used that title before?)

After a horrendous twenty words last night (yeah…you read it right. Twenty. 20. Two-zero.), my muse cracked his knuckles, nudged me aside, fluffed his tutu, bit down on his cigar and got to work early this morning. I managed to delete 1,4oo words and replace them with 1,600 new ones. The book is much better for it and I feel like I can now move forward without pause. (Thanks, muse!)

Now, I’m not a person who believes in writer’s block, but I do believe that writers do occasionally allow themselves to become distracted. And as soon as the phrase, “I can’t write” left my lips yesterday, I knew that I only couldn’t write because I wasn’t making myself write.

Cue the muse.

He may not be the most attractive being, but he knows when to step in, bless him. I’m glad he did.

Today I’ll be working a bit more on Chapter Three, as, due to the muse shuffling things around and deleting, that’s where I’m left. No biggie. I’m writing this thing in random order anyway. It’s like a jigsaw puzzle.

A jigsaw puzzle with fangs and a hunger for blood.

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