what can you do?


‘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.