I'm continuing my search. Day after day I come up empty.
Rarely. Oh so rarely, my muse visits me and inspiration is dumped into my head through my ears, pouring out of me through my hands and fingers, spicing up my written word. I wish it could be like this all the time. I wish I could have all the originality in the world. And all its creativity at my disposal.
Do you ever wish that your muse would visit you as often as you'd like?
xx Nicole Rose