As I wait for inspiration I find myself wondering, is it time to hang up my pen. Although I still string together flash stories, I am not satisfied with the results. My creative muse seems to be sleeping or perhaps it has locked itself away in disgust at my slothful behaviour over christmas.
Maybe I should consider writing poetry or non fiction! In the meantime I will fire up the engine of my chariot and head into town. Perhaps in time my muse will follow… Never never land maybe waiting.