My muse has gone missing. The Rottweilers swear they did not eat her, but I’m still suspicious. Rottweilers don’t seem to have a problem with consuming totally inappropriate items when given the opportunity. There are no actual signs of muse carnage or overstuffed Rottweiler bellies, so I’ll give them the benefit of the doubt for now.
I’m trying to lure her out of hiding with the usual tactics. My reading choice didn’t appear to inspire her, but on the bright side, I’m now caught up to Chapter 7 of American Gods for #1b1t. As for music, so far she is not liking my teenage tragedy selections, anything from the Glee soundtrack, or some older Foo Fighters stuff.
Now I’m wondering if she left in disgust because her tastes are so different from mine. There are nine muses, right? Hopefully one of them will show up in time for some weekend catch-up!