letters to the *cough* editor

[melayneseahawk]

Dear Brain,

I can only handle one of the following at a time: insomnia; crazy dreams; or over-thinking when I try to write. Please make up your mind (no pun intended) and get back to me about your final choice. I can evict you, yanno.

No love,
me

Dear Muse,

You are my muse, wench, I am not your writer. I say please and thank you. I listen to you. I write what you tell me to write, even if it's not what I'm supposed to be writing. But it's worst when I have a deadline and you don't say anything. Talk to me more often, please?

Begging here,
me

Dear Uterus, et al,

Make up your minds, damn you! Cramps and then nothing for a while will not make me happy! No cookie for you.

Seriously no love,
me

Brain,

What did I tell you about the insomnia thing?

me

Comments

[contrasedative.livejournal.com]

Ugh, insomnia. :(

[melayneseahawk.livejournal.com]

Obviously, I feel that pain.