I have a friend named Jan who is a talented writer and an absolute slave to her muse. Now I do not mean this in a negative way, it is what it is. When she feels inspired she writes, and writes, and writes until the inspiration has let her loose. In many ways I envy the way she gets pushed around by her muse, forced to put the words to screen, and creates incredibly imaginative fiction. On the other hand, the limited amount of time I have for writing has forced me to learn how to write in short spurts, so if I were driven the way Jan is I would be in bad shape. Picture me sitting at work, twitching, maybe drooling a little, while my muse breaks out the cat-o'-nine-tails and flogs the bajeebers out of me. Continue reading
