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― E.L. Doctorow, Writers At Work: The Paris Review Interviews
Yeah, and sometimes your electrics short and the headlights go out, spraying panic all through your nervous system.

The muse said, “Write this,” and dictated. The writer balked. “I don’t know how this fits together with what I’ve already written nor where it’s going.”
Patting him on the head, the muse whispered, “Don’t worry. It’ll all come together.”
Glowering, the writer did as bid, hoping that he’d get a decent editing muse assigned to him later.

