I have recently been complaining, not on dA but to one or two other people, that I am currently lacking a muse. I believe one may have come to me last night in the form of a dream. A dream which was happy and yet sad. Happy because of what it contained yet sad because it ended. The dream was simply that I had a sister. I don't know what was special about this dreamt up sister but I miss her.

Anyhow, this gave me an idea for a story, quite simply something to do with someone who believes they have a sister but this sister is imaginary. I have little more than that but possibly some more inspiration with come in the form of a few joints. Yes, you read that right, I am discovering the wonders of cannabis (or pollen as I first tried it). The ultra-sensible Nick D-J is trying illegal substances. Since then I have in all honesty felt much happier and sociable, not solely whilst under the influence. Perhaps it is only a coincidence that my muse arrived so soon after but then, perhaps not.

If anyone can point me in the direction of some well written and engrossing schizo-based novellas on dA then it would probably be well appreciated.

So long...
A more cheerful person