I love these sort's of romps. You know, breaking the fourth wall. Talking about muses. Etc.
I shook my head. “Polly, if I actually posted something like that, I’d get pilloried, maybe even drawn and quartered! And rightly so! Nobody wants to see Clark Kent as a super-pimp and Lois Lane as one of his string of hookers! And that includes me!”
/mutters about bad influences of grown-up muses./
You know, Polly just corrupted my little Muse. The poor thing didn't even yet tell me her name, still has wings and is always flitting about shyly, looking oh-so-innocent. Not that I believe her act. But I digress. Am I correct to assume you're not going to use Polly's delivery?
Awesome!
Michael
Edit: (How could I forget)
She sauntered across the threshold of my mind like a sandworm chasing water
Shai-Hulud? The Maker? Because, um, water = poison, so no chasing after it
