She decided her Muse was on vacation playing with dragons in a deep, dark cave.
She cursed the writer's Block. She decided the Block was like the sword in the stone. She was not Arthur.
She cursed the blank computer screen. She decided the Gremlin inside was laughing at her.
That night, Marianne went outside, stared at the first star and wished for inspiration. The star twinkled at her.
Later that night, she thought, "Forget it. No Fairy Tales for me."