As mentioned in my last post, the muse has finally started talking to me. While I was showering last night, the entire end of the story just flowed through my head like scenes from a movie on fast forward.
I’m just standing there going, I’ve gotta write this down. And I couldn’t. Because I was in the shower.
Yes, I know. I have a waterproof notepad already in the shower for times like this. But the notepad wouldn’t have been big enough. My hot water tank isn’t big enough.
So after scrambling out of the shower, I spent the rest of the evening half-wet, madly typing rest of my story in somewhat outline form into the computer…
So the muse stayed silent for two months, then waited until the least convenient time to sing me the story of five chapters.
I swear my muse’s name is Loki.