My brain, she is a clown car

So, life goes whacko for a while and it seems my brain takes that as a sign that it must generate a bazillion new story ideas that must be written right now omg! and then I get all flustered and have to slouch down to my cave for a while until life calms down and The Muse stops whipping plots at me like darts through her bony fingers. Life has not exactly calmed down, but I’ve been working steadily on one story for a while now, when I can, so I’m taking that as a good thing.

Now, usually I don...
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Published on April 08, 2013 10:15
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