“I don't know what to do with my words today,” Mhari mourned.
“My imagination has let me down and I don't have a single ounce of creativity left. Will it ever come back or am I destined to stare forever at this white sheet awaiting the return of the Muse?”
Donnie sighed. He was fed up of the whims of the writer. Less waiting on the muse and a lot more effort was needed. There is always a story waiting to be told if you search hard enough – and hadn't she muttered something about it only being 100 words...?
“My imagination has let me down and I don't have a single ounce of creativity left. Will it ever come back or am I destined to stare forever at this white sheet awaiting the return of the Muse?”
Donnie sighed. He was fed up of the whims of the writer. Less waiting on the muse and a lot more effort was needed. There is always a story waiting to be told if you search hard enough – and hadn't she muttered something about it only being 100 words...?
