allergic to the air apparentlyI just had to share.
So, my muse lives in the shower.
Once in a while she hangs out in my car, but she actually lives in the shower.
When I got into the shower this morning, I was angsting because I just started a chapter and I had no idea where I was going with it.
When I got out of the shower I had at least a vague outline of the next 6 chapters as well as a couple turns of phrase for the current one.
Obviously the muse was working all of this out last night while I was sleeping.
MLP icon because in my mind the muse looks a little like a mischievous pony.
