I can feel something brewing in me. A nugget of an idea. Nesting somewhere in my depths. Last time this happened I churned out The Thingy and stood back astonished at the reception.
This feeling is making me antsy (great word, don't you think?). Restless. Incomplete. I need to churn this into something. My muse just hasn't pointed me in the right direction yet.
*end transmission*
2 days ago
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You should know by now; you must follow where the muse takes you, or a terrible penalty awaits you (usually involving many unsettled nights as your brain races to get out that niggling idea that's germinating somewhere inside...)
Give in to the Dark Side... you know you want to ;)
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