So, my friend and I have a theory.
You see, she's an artist, and when I say artist, I mean art-school-candidate-oil-painting-pastel-using artist. Yes. (Also, she is insane, but that's beside the point). And the two of us realized that when one of us is working like mad on a particular project, be it a drawing, painting, story, or whatever; the other has no inspiration whatsoever.
So we have kind of created this anthropomorphic 'Inspiration' that is prone to running away from home. We fight over it. We insist that 'it likes me better.' We sometimes lose it.
And for about two months, she's had it locked up in her basement. She's been drawing pastel pieces with tons of deep meaning and men in gas masks, and I haven't done anything since finishing Naomi. However, I do believe that it's on its way back to me, or at least it should be, because I'll need it for November.
If anyone sees it, let me know.
TTFN
M.K. Wissler
