Of late she has been putting on weight and hardly getting out of bed. I keep telling her that if she carries on in this manner she will develop a heart condition or diabetes. And I will have to take up knitting. But she won’t listen. The thing with muses is that they are so unpredictable. When she bothers to get out of bed life makes sense. I follow her to the study and work, work, work. Sometimes I even enjoy it. Not often. It’s a damned hard labour – writing. But even if it’s hard, it is fulfilling. And I can’t live without it.

Now I just have to get that fat lazy muse out of bed!