It's early. And my muse is not fully awake. I scrub the grit from my eyes. Damn sleep. Why does sleep have to be so gritty?
The shower is wonderful. Hot water sluicing over my body. I can feel her stirring, my little muse. The warmth of the sun and the water call out to her. Her gentle voice fills my head as I step from the shower.
"Write, write, write." She chants, a siren song.
So, to satisfy my wonderful little muse, oh how I love thee, oh how I loathe thee, I have created this little blog. A small world for my musings, thoughts, ideas.
I hope anyone who reads this will enjoy it.