Greetings and salutations loyal followers,
As you probably know by now we found the missing Snark at the Monastery of the Werewolf Monks. She’s still recovering from drinking all the left over Exsanguinate The Holidays from the Monk’s special reserve. It’s taken quite a toll on her. The last time I saw her she was in the throes of the DTs. The good news is she’s in good hands, the Swamp Thing is nursing her back to her former glory and has agreed to counsel her on substance abuse. The bad news is we lost my muse during the search. Wicked thought he went for the whites but Mischievous said he was heading into the cellar for amontillado. So Mischievous and I are going to take the shortcut back to Monastery through THE IMPENETRABLE FORREST and get my muse back.
Wish us luck because you know there are many hazards to be encountered there. Last time we ventured there we lost several members of our group to the Killer Koalas, and the time before that we were attacked by Pirahana Humming Birds. I’ve never seen a Black Tiger, but they say they are most ferocious. Vampire Tarantulas drop from the trees and suck you dry. However it is the only way to get to the Werewolf Monastery in half a day if you don’t drive. Dwarves aren’t especially good drivers because our feet don’t touch the pedals and we can’t see over the steering wheel.
Before we leave I need to share with you what I’ve been up to. I backed off work just a bit and one night I carried a legal pad and pen to bed to make some notes on an idea. Before you could say Rumplestiltskin I had eleven hand written pages of a story. This is what happens when your muse comes to work and your ready for him. I’ve since started typing it into my Mac. The message is clear. If a writer you want to be, then ready you are, and do not flee.
You’ve heard this before if you write; we don’t write because we can, but because we must.
One last thing I’d like to share, I heard a speaker this weekend who said that Fear and Love are mutually incompatible. If you fear you cannot love. And when you love you need not fear. So fear not. Go forth and love your fellows.
“I want to know if you are willing to live, day by day with the consequence of love and the bitter unwanted passion of your sure defeat. I’ve heard, in that fierce embrace, even the gods speak of God.