tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26892817.post4045301331259706273..comments2023-10-26T11:55:55.045-04:00Comments on Elf Killing And Other Hobbies: When the Muse Calls...Celina Summershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08581883122727085849noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26892817.post-49705647851259151322009-04-07T20:47:00.000-04:002009-04-07T20:47:00.000-04:00LOL--I think the muse continuously tattooes things...LOL--I think the muse continuously tattooes things onto my brain. She's not content if I don't have thirteen different projects in various stages of completion going on at the same time.Celina Summershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08581883122727085849noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26892817.post-13537795330141390632009-04-07T14:50:00.000-04:002009-04-07T14:50:00.000-04:00I know EXACTLY what you're saying. Exactly. Alth...I know EXACTLY what you're saying. Exactly. Although I'm only just now awaiting the publication of my first piece, a short story, there isn't anything I understand better than an angry muse. People are always asking me why a young woman like me hasn't settled down, or at least started dating. <BR/>The muse won't let me. She's won't have any of it. She even goes toe to toe with the horses sometimes, but seeing as they outweigh her by quiet a margin, she hasn't been able to keep me from attending them, yet. <BR/>When the muse calls, I'll write until I'm physically unable to write any more. And even then, more often than not, I awake with a partially filled page of drool-smeered writing and shivering hash marks under my cheek. Funny how easily pen ink will transfer to skin when you get drool on it, but soap and water won't budge it from your forehead...Artemis Greyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10849091563671031929noreply@blogger.com