I am fascinated with the process of creating. The times where it just flows and I know my muse is wrapping her luscious arms around me. And then there are the days when everything that comes out feels forced, and trite and the lines aren't any good and I can't pull the cork out of the bottle. And my muse is on vacation. And she isn't sending any postcards or buying me lousy t-shirts.IFN: it's still a mystery to me
