My writers' club has granted an extension for this week's writing project, if I can come up with something at least moderately interesting by midnight.
Where IS that damn muse?
Miss Muse is probably hiding somewhere under the furniture, snacking on pork rinds and drinking the last of the Fat Tire. Why, I oughta....!
Time to get out the Swiffer Duster™ and eradicate the cobwebs. Maybe I'll find Miss Muse if I do.
Have you seen her? Send her home, willya? The creative well done went dry this week.
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