My writing muse is much like a cat. Only really does stuff when it wants to, and will constantly claw at your skull unless you address it. Of course, by the time you actually address it, the muse will suddenly lose interest.
Think in the morning, act in the noon, eat in the evening, sleep in the night.
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Horse came by grazing, and its lips gathering in living grass in this febrile intense elaborately active way was a lot to try and take in...