Word Hangover

Muse is like a lover - don't keep her waiting.  Show up.  
She is also very demanding and has way more energy than you - so pray you have creative viagra, taken your vitamins and hope for the best when you finally "get in the sheets" (or laptop). 

I set up a lair in my living room with candles, tea, music, my iPhone streaming Evernote onto my plasma tv while I sat on my chaise lounge with my wireless keyboard on my lap.  My fingers began to evoke the story, the font 4 inches in height filling my tv with words.  This was good foreplay but soon I wanted to know my word count (a little confirmation that I was making acceptable progress).

So I switched to my laptop and made another pot of tea.  By the time the witching hour came, I found my plot had taken a different direction, a character doing things I would have considered unthinkable before tonight.  But you have to go with it, else you ruin the mood.  

The story reached a satisfactory stopping point for which I was grateful.  I blew out the candles, turned off the computer and crawled into bed just as the bars closed.  The street below was filled with drunken fools hoping to hook up, their garbled yells echoing up to my windows. 

As I rolled over, my face cradled in the crook of my arm, I laughed softly.  My mind snuck away satisfied that the muse was totally spent.