"O MUSE, MUSE!

WHERE ART THOU, MUSE?"

by Rebecca

Pictures by Dunstan

   There are times when aspiring writers like us meet a dead end. The ideas don't come, the words don't flow and everything that is typed out reads utter rubbish. It is a bane, an affliction which we hope desperately to avoid. We try all ways and means to retrieve our inspiration. Some kick in, some don't.
   So, until the muse comes upon us again, there is one among us who decided that facial contortions might be a helpful remedy. 

     I don't know about you, but watching him just doesn't do it for me.

     In fact, I think my muse is now comatose.
     
     Perhaps, a cold shower instead?