As I try to return to normality I’ve discovered a big problem.
My muse appears to still be on holiday…
I’m sat staring at a blank page, which I swear is laughing at my feeble attempts to finish “Ethereal Longing”.
No matter what words I type they sound wrong.
I hope my muse is enjoying herself, wherever she is, because when she finally returns I’ll work her harder than ever before.