Yeah, I read all the posts and the writing books where real writers remind all of us wanna-be ones that writing is work. Hard work. Not all fairy farts and giggles and words just flying out of your head on sparkly wafts of inspiration.
Perspiration would be more like it. I’m at 10,741 words today and I feel as though I dug each bloody one of them out of my brain with a spoon. That was harder than most of the day jobs I’ve ever had.
Any time that muse wants to show up and sprinkle some of that magic wordglitter around, the door is open. I’ll be the one with my head inside the oven, computer is upstairs. Knock yourself out.