Please come back. I promise I won’t beat the sh*t out of you again. It’s just…I’m under a lot of pressure and I’m trying my best to get these books in order and my SNN’s (slutty new novels) have been tempting me. You have no idea. And then my LIFE is just hectic and I’m emotionally up and down on a daily basis. I need your help. Why have you forsaken me? I promise not to neglect you anymore if come back. Please.
As you can see, I’ve had my last draw. I can’t do it anymore. I’m stuffing my face under my pillow and I’m never getting out of bed. My muse is mad at me because I pushed her too hard. I made her write when she didn’t want to, I milked every creative idea and awesome word I could. And now she is rebelling. What to do?
Maybe this means I need a mini-vacation…preferably away from the literary world. Just so I can breathe. And think. And rejuvenate her so she will come back out and play with me. We’ll see.