My Muse Is New Jersey Transit

I finally have a first draft of Philosopher Kings. But it’s far too rough; I need to go back and earn my ending.

And I finally must admit who my muse is: New Jersey Transit. Only by her do I get any significant writing done. Yes, her numerous delays only mean more time for me to put pen to paper.

It’s not like I do any writing at my writing desk.

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