As writers, at one time or another, we experience writer’s block, that hair-pulling, empty-brained void
filled with silent characters, standing around doing nothing. They wait, and you wait for inspiration. Oh, wherefore art thou, muse?!
I envision my muse as a teenager (maybe because I live with some of those taciturn creatures). When my muse is happy, energized and “up”, she dances the night away, spewing witty dialogue and jumping into dramatic, compelling situations. When my muse is ap...
Published on March 08, 2018 21:00