Ah, that must be the problem. While the walls were plastered with my inspirational images - Sutton Hoo stuff, Scythian artefacts, stick man story boards, illustrations to stories, graphic novel versions of stories, pictures torn out of magazines - it was MINE but Himself decreed that it needed to be made more welcoming and I had to take it all down and paint it. Maybe I should stick it all back up again? Or put a lock on the door?
I've found one of my sketches of my muse, the hero of a parody fantasy written for the wife of the local Baptist minister. Funny the things you'll do to get out of writing essays.
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Date: 2011-07-29 09:50 pm (UTC)I've found one of my sketches of my muse, the hero of a parody fantasy written for the wife of the local Baptist minister. Funny the things you'll do to get out of writing essays.