Sep 18, 2009 11:27
FeanorMuse: Where's my ForgeSmutTM?
Me: What?
FeanorMuse: You said if I helped you write a present for your friend, you'd write me some ForgeSmutTM.
Me: You gave me 1600 words...
FeanorMuse: A formidable gift.
Me: But it's crap! I just typed what spewed forth! It just ends without an ending! I haven't even reread it yet, let alone edited or anything!
FeanorMuse: Are you going back on your word?
Me: Oh, Valar forbid!
FeanorMuse: How dare you. *storms off*
MorgothMuse: I'll help you.
Me: Seriously?
MorgothMuse: Absolutely.
Me: I don't trust you.
MorgothMuse: *pouts*
Me: Alright, muse, start talking.
MorgothMuse:
Musings from the Void
by Morgoth Bauglir
Reflections on life, love and literature from the FIRST and ONE TRUE Dark Lord. No, scratch that. The ONLY Dark Lord who wasn't a COMPLETE and TOTAL Pansy. That includes you, Vader.
Me: Hold on, hold on.
MorgothMuse: What?
Me: That is not what I asked for.
MorgothMuse: Your friend will LOVE it! It has humour and romance...
Me: And, let me guess? Fëanor?
MorgothMuse: Oooh! *shudders* What good story doesn't have Fëanor?
Me: *sighs* Back in your cage, Melkie.
MorgothMuse: What? No! No! I'm Reading HoME! They have it ALL WRONG!!! I need to write!!! You can't stop the creative flow!! Do you know who I am?! I am EVIL!!! I AM EVIL!!!!
Me: *slams cage door*
So, I guess I'm on my own to edit up and finish this story.
morgothwrites,
museblues