Swan Leavin's...

[Or...]
How To Cure Writer's Bloc...

First-- Got Someone ya Love???

Then find them. There ain't nothing like a Muse to tap the floodgates, to release the pent-up dam that is creative Flowing...

[Um, You can pretend here; 'S okay!
Or... even better yet...
DON'T!!!]

Or... DON'T. B'cuz I'm tellin' ya, folk, NOT having a muse gains you Three in misery. Just Quantum Math, as I see it...

Well, okay, I'll quit being Cygnus [the Celestial Swan] and be Sirius [the Dog Star] for a bit en vent, ca va?

[And F.Y.I... Beethoven's name, said with a proper French accent, and peppered with the colloquial flair, sounds like "Bit en Vent", thus translating directly to the ear as 'Dick In The Wind'... ]

So, I can't think of what to write, honestly?

Well, BULLSHIT!!!

I mean, I'm ALIVE, aren't I???

so... WRITE.

FLOW.

TALK. {That's right! [HA! WRITE]!!!}

Is the sun rising? Why are the rays the most beautiful lavender and pink I have ever seen? Why is the sun burnt Endless Summer red?

Is THAT the Moon?
My MOTHER???

WHOA!!!

What of the Crones?

Where's the Maiden? WHO is the maiden?

Why am I recalling a strip club in Beaumont, Tx., right now, ...

And who is that? Yes, THAT? That... that VOICE on the phone?
Now, someone PLEASE tell me I did not just talk to a woman on the [OOOHH!!!] {C. cups hand and whispers in your ear,{softly} "potty"!!!

And you say you are left, now, with NO visual?

Hmm...

Well... you could always do a comparative essay titled "The Dog Sits"...
[500 words minimal, pleeze!]

HA!!!

Slainte, Folks!

Cygnus