That Damn Muse
Been up since 6AM. The most recent album by local band the Caves is pretty good, especially the tracks Closure and Samurai. Highly recommended, if you want some good indie rock music full of all sorts of Musecrack-y moments.
3k of space opera fell out of head yesterday.
Further bulletins as events (and further caffeine-ation) warrant. Why did the Muse taunt me with fantasy opus and stick me with sweaty spacepunk opera? I was trying for Tristan, and instead I got Cap’n Rodias Mathiew, thank you very much, who just wants to go on his way with his ship the Surdus. Which is appropriate in ALL SORTS OF WAYS, given the story.
*headdesk*
I know it’s a bad story but I can’t stop writing it. I love it and it keeps falling out of my head, like the Josiah suspense story. The one my agent loved, even though I think it’s not a very good piece of work.
Funny how that works. I guess one just has to slam the dice down–again–and hope for the best.
Guh. Maybe my Muse is just clearing her throat. But somehow I doubt it.
*shakes fist* Muse! Oh Muse! Why do you taunt me?
Maybe if I give her bonbons and watch Ladyhawke again, she will relent?
