Dear plotless you, where’s your Muse?

2.18pm local time, 27C (81°F), squally thunderstorms (yellow rainstorm warning)

(via Bang2Write)

THERE you are, sitting there all forlorn and lonesome looking out the window pelted by the piss-stream of heavy rain, wondering where your Muse had gone — or, more accurately, why she has done a D.B. Cooper on you or “GTT” (“Gone to Texas” — absconded — the Muse, not your girlfriend).

Destinations for your midlife meltdown(s)

IS London a good place to have a midlife crisis?

Don’t see why not. It’s your crisis so it’s none of my business.

Best way is…

 

The best way you’re looking for … they’re the losers, he says.

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