My muse didn’t stop by my house today. She couldn’t work up the motivation, because her muse didn’t visit her. Turns out, my whole creative process is predicated on one muse inspiring another muse inspiring another muse, and now my lack of creative output makes sense.
Still, I have a responsibility to put some ink on the page, irrespective of quality. Because, as it were–
They do not serve who stand and wait, if those who stand could’ve served.