The Rumors of My Death Have Been Greatly Exaggerated
No, I'm not dead. Just sort of...flat. Or maybe more like tired, sick, overwhelmed and underinspired. I mean overall, everything's fine: we're still employed, the kids are still cute, the pets are all still alive, and we live in a blessedly natural disaster-free zone. But I'm being honest with you here, oh vague and impersonal internet: my usual zest and drive to Get Creative Things Done (you know, like blogging) is a little bit broken. I guess my Muse is on vacation. (I hope it's nice where she is. No hurricanes. Lots of sunshine, hammocks and cabana boys with fans and iced drinks.)
However, I still believe that I will someday (even posthumously, if absolutely necessary) be awarded the ultra uber mega super shiny gold medal in the suck-it-up-Olympics, and this thought, it comforts me in my stumbly dark moments. Yes.
The bewhiskered judge holds up his score card: 9.8! The crowd goes wild!
For someone who is "tired,sick, overwhelmed & underinspired," you do a good job of writing a funny, clever post. So all must not be lost!
Although if my muse were on vacation where there was sunshine, cabana boys and iced drinks, I'd abandon hope of her ever coming back. Maybe yours will get bored and return to pester you. Once Mr. Sandman has put in some overtime.
You rock. Just doing all you do already under the conditions you do it in is amazing. We are our own worst critics.
9.8 from the Welsh judge. And that's even higher then a Welsh judge would give a perfect sheep - so that tells you something!
My muse has been on strike since 1991.
Dude, I am _so_ sorry. I *totally* stole your muse. She's been helping me develop a story idea for a novel, and also she's given me 2 really great remix/mashup ideas. I'll tell her you miss her and you need her back. Now, whether or not she decides to leave me is up to her, but I won't brush my teeth or take a shower for a few days. I think she'll beat it.
...of course, the question is, will Heather leave before the muse?