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1. Lili Saintcrow (lilithsaintcrow@raggedfeathers.com)'s status on Saturday, 23-Apr-2022 02:34:50 UTC Lili Saintcrow

   Me: “It’s Friday night, I should party. Or something.”

   The Muse: “How about another book idea?”

   Me: “I already have three projects on the burners and revisions on two more.”

   The Muse: “But none of them are this shiny NEW thing.”

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   • Lili Saintcrow (lilithsaintcrow@raggedfeathers.com)'s status on Saturday, 23-Apr-2022 02:34:46 UTC Lili Saintcrow

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     Having a highly combative, dysfunctional relationship with your own brain certainly isn’t required to be a writer.

     But sometimes, I could be forgiven for thinking it helps.

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   • Lili Saintcrow (lilithsaintcrow@raggedfeathers.com)'s status on Saturday, 23-Apr-2022 02:34:47 UTC Lili Saintcrow

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     Me: “Fine. 200 words. But that’s ALL you get.”

     The Muse: “I just love it when we spend quality time together.”

     Me: “190 words.”

     The Muse: “What?”

     Me: “189 words.”

   • Lili Saintcrow (lilithsaintcrow@raggedfeathers.com)'s status on Saturday, 23-Apr-2022 02:34:49 UTC Lili Saintcrow

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     Me: “Shut up.”

     The Muse: “But not space aliens! I mean, they were space aliens once, but they’re SEA aliens now!”

     Me: “How does that even—oh, no.“

     The Muse: “I’M SO GLAD YOU ASKED!”

   • Lili Saintcrow (lilithsaintcrow@raggedfeathers.com)'s status on Saturday, 23-Apr-2022 02:34:49 UTC Lili Saintcrow

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     The Muse: “…so then they find out it’s been there THE WHOLE TIME.”

     Me: *makes short, desperate noise*

     The Muse: “You’re not writing this down. You should be writing this down.”

     Me: “I hate you.”

     The Muse: “And yet you need me.”

   • Lili Saintcrow (lilithsaintcrow@raggedfeathers.com)'s status on Saturday, 23-Apr-2022 02:34:50 UTC Lili Saintcrow

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     Me: “Stop it. I have all the ideas I could ever want. I’m busy with the werelion thing—the werelion thing YOU shoved me into, I might add. Go sit down.”

     The Muse: “But it’s really shiny."

     Me: “NO."

     The Must: “But…aliens.”