I've suddenly been hit over the head by my muse, who is demanding that I work not only on my book, but on my musical as well. This has caused a path to be worn in the carpet between where I sit in the living room and the piano in the dining room. It also means that while certain parts of my brain are shouting dialogue and turns of phrase at me, other parts are singing numbers like, "When My Pussy Comes Home", one of Mrs. Slocombe's numbers.Oy.
Meantime, enjoy this allegorical map called, "The Road To Success" (it inhugifies if you click it).
