#WritingWonders 7/18 Do you have a muse?
I have a muse.
He's the grizzled Korean War era USMC drill sergeant you have nightmares about meeting in boot camp without your underwear on. He disappears for three month drunken benders on a regular basis: then when he returns he sits on my shoulders screaming ideas in my ears through a megaphone while demanding pull-ups.
He's a genderswapped shoutier version of this: https://www.oglaf.com/blank-page/
I reallyREALLY need my muse to wake up and hand me the plot for the climactic scene for this space opera, but I'm terrified he'll do it then turn around and say, "awright, worm, git off your pasty ass and WRITE VOLUMES TWO THROUGH SIX! HUT! HUT! HUT!"
It is the space opera equivalent of Gandalf suddenly realizing that he should have just asked the goddamn eagles to fly the ring to Mount Doom. Now he has to scramble to pick up those won't be a little hobbits, Frodo and Sam, and come up with an aerial combat doctrine to fight off ringwraiths as he leads his eagle army there.
Except with space ships.
You're welcome, maggot!
