Conversations: The Muse & I
Aug. 16th, 2011 12:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
scribblemynamescribbler wanders about and finds muse sitting, hunched over a laptop and clacking away
:pokes muse:
"What are you doing?" the scribbler asks.
"Shh. I'm working," says the muse.
"On what?" :peer's over shoulder: "Uh-huh." It's blue. Lots of blue.
"It involves rain," the muse answers. "I like rain."
"Let me guess," asks the scribbler. "It's in Vardin."
"Wouldn't you like to know," the muse mutters back.
"Have you considered working on something due, like A Deadly Woman?" asks the scribbler, somewhat irritated.
The muse waves this off. "In the bag."
:taken aback: "Care to share with your hands and your feet?"
"Well, it's simple..."
Apparently, I just had to ask nice. :headdesk:
:pokes muse:
"What are you doing?" the scribbler asks.
"Shh. I'm working," says the muse.
"On what?" :peer's over shoulder: "Uh-huh." It's blue. Lots of blue.
"It involves rain," the muse answers. "I like rain."
"Let me guess," asks the scribbler. "It's in Vardin."
"Wouldn't you like to know," the muse mutters back.
"Have you considered working on something due, like A Deadly Woman?" asks the scribbler, somewhat irritated.
The muse waves this off. "In the bag."
:taken aback: "Care to share with your hands and your feet?"
"Well, it's simple..."
Apparently, I just had to ask nice. :headdesk:
