Stalking the Words ~ Rousing the little Muse

I tend to feel a tinge of guilt for not posting daily, words flowing like pond water. Life keeps adding things to the list of doing. I'm fairly certain it isn't libidinal resistance to the task, or stepping on the loogy someone just hocked up, to realize you're bare foot. No, the story continue to come to life with the addition of characters whom will likely torment the hopeful one, as those things tend to happen. What can one expected with the name Wendell Wankerman.

I've called in the little Muse, and we're working out the particulars to the deal, having crawled all the way to Mu on hands and knees, being it's so cramped down there. I'm still slightly sore being on the knees, at my age anyway. There was a time though....