The Muse has been relentless. Fueled on by too much coffee, cigarettes, lack of sleep and the threat that time is running out she pursues me; forever making notes, jotting down thoughts, later to transcribe them on the computer - 5, 6 windows open at a time as I try to dump the torrents that besiege me onto print.
The computer, it's forever rebelling, slow to start, check disk needing to be run again and again, it may be done and I can't back up my data, it's the rebellion of inanimate objects.
And when I think I'm done I wait, there are no more, wait to be sure, pace, and when I undertake to get something done it begins again - less a muse than a fury; there is much to do and she gives me no time..