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It scared the pants off me. Literally.
I spent two whole days not wearing pants and banging on this keyboard trying to make ideas come out of it.
It wasn’t until after I powered through, met the deadline (with results I wasn’t particularly happy with) and took a long, hot bath that inspiration hit.
It was as if the muses were in my citrus-smelling steamy bathroom telling me the great ideas I’d wish I’d had a mere 24-hours prior.
I hated the frickin muses at that moment.