Dear Daniel, Kirley and Trent:

PLEASE stop sitting here and whining that you are bored! That goes for all three of you. I already have a headache today.

I promise I'll get you three something to do, soon. Just...shhh!

No Love,
Harleen

Dear Muses,

I want to write some fic, damnit! So, where the hell are all of you?

(Well, okay, Fred's here. You can put the megaphone down, sweetie, because you're always here. And yes, Pansy's here too, I can see her.)

Now, where are the rest of you? I need to write! Wake up!

(No, Fred, I don't need to borrow your megaphone, and I also don't need Verity's pitchfork. Thank you for the offer though, hon.)

Um...yeah. Off to kick some muses now I guess.

(Yes, Fred, you can help. And no, Pansy, George isn't here. Because his mun is not online! No, I will not call her and tell her to get online either! Sheesh!)

This is my brain on crack all the damn time,
Harleen