Adventures in Writing: The Muse is Willing but the Flesh is Weak

I'd just like to take this opportunity to thank the makers of Ace Bandages, without whom many things would not be possible.  Such as over 2,000 words per day.

Yes, it's that bad.  The Muse is so unrelenting that she has not been impressed with any excuse.  Not pain - if we can't type, we can scribble longhand.  Not exhaustion - as long as eyes can be propped open, we'll keep going.  Not hunger - if it can be stuck in a bowl, it can be eaten between sentences.

Even melted spatulas cannot stop us, despite the horrific chemical smell that pervades the house after one turns on the oven with spatula inside.  Forgot to take my tortilla pan out.  It used to reside in the oven when not in use, since it doesn't need to be washed every time it's used.  I stress "used to."  It is no more. It has kicked the bucket, shuffled off its mortal coil, run down the curtain and joined the bleedin' choir invisible.  It is an ex-tortilla pan. 

You would think that after an incident that left the house smelling like a chemical factory and very nearly set it on fire would cause the Muse to pause.  It didn't.  Windows open, Febreeze sprayed, a microwavable alternative to what I was cooking found, and boom.  Right back to writing.

And here we are today, bandaged up, ready to go.

That's just how it is when you're in that zone.