The last week has been a proper slog just trying to get anything on paper. I've been doing my best, but it's not easy when you've hit a stumbling block and have other things weighing on your mind. My muse had deserted me. Leastways, that's what I thought...
Muse...ack! Why do you only appear when a) I am in the bath and the water is rapidly going cold, or b) late at night when I am tucked up cozy in bed and have an early start in the morning? Why can't you come out to play while I'm sitting at the laptop or in the sunshine with a cuppa?
Also, what is it about writing sex scenes that makes them so elusive you have to write them down immediately or risk never recapturing the moment?
...my questions for the day, while I work on seating arrangements for tea, how best to tie a man in a sack, and whether a wine glass or a napkin is the item of the moment. Don't ask ;-)