‘Not writing? Your muse isn’t speaking to you?’
‘She rarely does. International cell charges and what not. Besides which, she’s flighty and nearly impossible to understand. And she says I always misinterpret her intentions.’
‘Muses. What can you do, right?’
Dialogue: The Chaos of Stars, Kiersten White
Toon: B Gonzalez
Inky: I don’t know why I blame some cobweblike being for my own tiredness but there it is. Besides, my muse is a He, and He is allowed a fishing trip or two. Although why he never tells me He’s going is anyone’s guess. Or, when He’s coming back….
Mood: Gray. The wind has picked up and the clouds are rolling in. I suspect through empirical evidence it’s close to storming. Which happens to be one of my favorite types of days, if, I didn’t have to go to work.