whining... sometimes it works

I'm starting to believe that the best cure for muse desertion is to complain about it.

Studies reveal muse pops back in, if only for a short visit, following a public venting of desertion. Or... weirdly... a wandering muse takes pity and hangs about for a time (and yes, this is where your muse went; fickle sonsabitches). This theory also explains that, while you usually write Type-A stories, a Type-Z appears without warning scares the shit out of you (and, coincidentally; me).

Seriously. I kid you not. Data collected holds this as a viable theory.

Anyway, I digress...

• runpunkrun rocks my socks, again, and then steals them, with Forged. I am now bonded with Chloe. Chloe and I... like 'this'. Well, a visual works better with that, but... fuckit. Read this twice. In a row. Then... there were many revisits to wallow in the sheer style, content, theme, godwhoa. Tight, spare, but saying so much. Plus. Dick. *snort*



• suzvoy weirds me out with 521, but in a good way. Now, suz' real muse must return and fix this fuckedupmess! *pets Lex... and Martha*

Oh, and while I'm at it, I must come down on the side of Embroidered Flower Shirt Lovers. One. Gorgeous. Shirt. Don't get me wrong, only Brian could make it work.

Gotta do updates and maintenance now. Damn it.