Oh, my Muse. Let me sing to thee.

Oh my gal is a high part stepper

Ginger with salt and pepper

She’s a fancy stepper when she dances

Go and see her as she kippers and prances

My gal don’t do much talking

Dances even when she’s walking

One and two and three and four she dances all day long…

–Bugs Bunny

Yes, my dear Muse. That ornery little magic-strewing wench. Here I am, having cleared my calender and wanting to settle down to write the next effing book I’m contracted for, and she just capers arou