*grumblestupidmusegrumble*

[saifai]

You ever have one of those fantastic story ideas?  You know the ones. 

They're the ones that something you see gets your mind started.  You see the scene in your head. 

You begin to hear the dialogue.  You build it all in the span of a moment.  If you could just write but a fraction of the words, now coming at you at an incredible rate.

You grab for a piece of paper, a napkin will do.  Anything just to get the thoughts out. 

And once you set your body on motion to write it all down... *SNAP*. 

Nothing.  It's gone as if it's never been there.

...and yet you can still hear the faint musical laugh of your muse laughing as she runs away in childish glee.  She's managed to tease you once again.

*glares*

Comments

[suki-blue.livejournal.com]

I have that right now!

[janedavitt.livejournal.com]

Oh, have I ever been there! ::pets you::

[azure-k-mello.livejournal.com]

Your muse is a cunt. . . you should strangle her and get a new one from the pound.

[saifai.livejournal.com]

Sucks, don't it? *moop*

[saifai.livejournal.com]

*nods* I'm trying to decide if chocolate would help. How's the old saying go? Something about starving a muse?

[saifai.livejournal.com]

Yeah. And no more chocolate for her. Hmph.

[azure-k-mello.livejournal.com]

not the choclate. I give it to Spot even when he's bad and won't come out to play.