Here in Rhode Island, we have been under the cover of clouds for so many day that I have lost count. It is gray, cold, and miserable. I miss that bright star in the sky with its warmth and golden glow. I'm thinking that the sun and my muse are having a torrid affair somewhere in the blanket of the clouds. When the sun disappeared, so did my writing muse. Here I am sitting on my couch, covered in a blanket that Aunt Marie knitted me when I was thirteen, and all I want to do is watch a movie marathon. Right now, I am thinking it's a toss up between a Harry Potter marathon, Lord of the Rings, or Ugly Betty on Netflix. What can I say, I have very eclectic tastes.
I'm not sure if the headache that is pounding behind my eyes is a result of the lack of sunshine and vitamin D or it's Aiden and Kim the two characters from my wip that want some attention. They really are being pushy. To be fair, I sort of left them in a fairly tricky situation. They just finished drinking some shots of Irish Whiskey in Aiden's pub and had their first explosive kiss. I left him with a hard-on that could hammer nails and no satisfaction. So I have a sneaking feeling that he is a little pissed at me. Kim, who is a successful romance writer, is screaming at me to "just write already". "You have to just plow through this", she's whispering. "It doesn't matter if it's good. Just get it down on paper." Wow that woman is seriously pushy!
Hopefully the sun will be back soon with my slutty muse!
Peace out for now,