Stop 9/10/23

 Whatever it takes, my muse. 

Writing used to be easy. I could just let it flow and when I was done I had thousands of words on a word doc. These days, I am lucky if I manage a measly drabble. 

I need to make amends with my muse. Somehow, I have offended her but I have no idea what I did. Once I figure it out, maybe I can make it up to her. 

I need to make time for only writing. It needs to be the priority that it used to be. I need to make my home 'writer friendly'. I need a cozy place to write, drink tea and hear the stories in my head. 

I know it's strange to admit that I hear stories in my head. Some would think I'm crazy and they would be right. I have been at the mercy of my crazy curse since I was in my teens. As I age, it changes. I guess my muse thinks I'm too old and too crazy to hear the stories. She's wrong. 

Whatever it takes, I will do it just to hear the stories in my head once again. 

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