Wanted: A Muse
How's the view from the back burner?
(By the way, if you actually clicked on that link because you didn't know what a "back burner" was, I can't help you. You need to leave.)
Have you ever looked back on your posts and wondered, "What the hell was I thinking when I wrote that?" This is going to be one of those... Only, I'm realizing it as I type, instead of months from now. I'm convinced someone stole my creativity last night while I was sleeping. Which is a really impressive feat since I stash it in my ass. You thought I had a JLo butt because I sit at a desk eating bon bons all day didn't you? Well, you're wrong. I have it because everything good goes to my butt. Like ice cream.
Which leads me to believe my "funny" bone is located in my tookas too, not the elbow like everyone thinks. The elbow, apparently, is home to the oh-shit-that-hurts bone.
The point is, I've been feeling pretty creative lately and then *WHAM* nothing. No warning. No note. I swear I wasn't drinking this time... and I didn't wake up in someone else's shirt. So what gives? I think I need a muse, or a back-up list of things to talk about. Doesn't everyone? So here's my challenge. Leave a topic of interest in the comment box. I'll spend some time this weekend coming up with a few too. Then I'll pile them all together on Tuesday, create a master list, and post so that everyone can store it away for an uncreative day.
It's so crazy, it just might work.
Courtesy of Odd Mix:
The words for this weekend are...
He's back! Don't be an ingrate, participate.
For The Heck Of It:
Have a wonderful weekend!