My creativity is getting tetchy with me.
Yep, the joyful little sprite who forever plays in my head is peeved.
I haven’t written in six months and the wee imp is feeling ignored.
Unfortunately, neglect breeds mischief.
And mischief breeds craftiness.
A crafty Chloe without a literary outlet is a dangerous monstrosity, wielding scissors and chisels, paintbrushes and Gorilla Glue.
Something must be done.
Before an easel enters this house.