My muse is so lazy that...
…when it's time to write a particularly difficult chapter, he claims he has a migraine. Whoever heard of a four-week migraine?
…sometimes he pretends he doesn't know English. But I catch him reading comic books (in English!) under the bed.
…he tells me to just "make stuff up on my own."
…he uses the same words over and over (and over, and over).
…when I ask him to "pretty, pretty please" give me 1000 words, he simply laughs at me (well, it's more of an evil snicker).
…when the weather gets nice, all he wants to do is go to the driving range and hit balls (and he usually forgets sunscreen and then complains about his sunburn for days).
Damn my muse!!