My Muse is, apparently, a lazy ass who hasn't bothered to come 'round lately. Having too much fun on Olympus, I expect. I used to be a writer (poetry, short stories, the usual). I used to dream of being a novelist. Now? Not so much. I just can't write anymore. I mean, this blogging stuff is writing, and that may be where some of the writing energy has gone, but in terms of creative writing, the Wells of Inspiration have been dry for some time now.
Oh, well, I'll never be the gay Jackie Collins, now. No fantastic jewelry for me! (Seriously, have you ever seen that woman's bling? FABulous!)