This afternoon I got pretty sick of working, so I busted out the el cheapo pencil crayons at my desk, and what do you know - my muse decided to join me for a few minutes! It probably helps that I'm deliriously tired and my guard is way down. She's sneaky; she likes to wait until I've given up on her, then she blows back into my life like a bad boyfriend fresh out of jail. That's probably the worst metaphor I've used yet on this blog, too, so you're welcome for that.
I have a second one in the works - completely different, yet exactly the same. (Don't ask, I'm even confusing myself right now.)