In an effort to make Throwback Thursday — #tbt — about writing, because when this blog first began it was all about writing, here’s a post about Conn, my second writer’s muse. I wrote about the first one here.
FYI ~ And I’m never writing that first phrase again. I think we’ve got this.
As I mentioned in that post, he gave me the most trouble. That would be Capital T trouble.
Here’s a little moment with Conn.
A sighting, really.
He became the bane of my existence.
On the floor… what is that?
Conn is making me step it up. No more cushy mat. We’ve gone straight to the ring. It’s Battle of the Words, and I’m going to win. Yes I am, Conn. I’m gonna beat your…
I think Conn is one ornery muse. He’s like the Alpha Muse. And what’s with that whole finger-crooking thing?
This ring looks kind of stinky? Does it look stinky to you?
What do you think that… um, fluid is on the floor?
Please don’t let me step in that.
I don’t know. Hump Day is looking pretty good today.
On the floor… what is that? (2009)
And my Throwback Thursday work here is done.