Muse or Devil

Here I sit on a Wednesday morning with my third cuppa joe and two scenes completed in my first chapter. My muse is running around in my brain with all kinds of ideas, many of which will work and some of those can even tie together. But she’s going too fast; I’m not able to keep up with my creative forces and sort out the ideas, or write them down in an orderly arrangement of good thoughts and discard the ones that are pure fluff. Continue reading

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