You know those days. The ones where you have to get a bunch of things done. But your muse says, “Write for just a few minutes. It won’t hurt.” So you do and go on to your next chore. Only, your muse tags along and distracts you with whispers all day long. “What if the heroine said…” or “What if the villain did this…”. It gets so bad that you sit down at the end of your day and write out those ideas. While in the background, you can hear your muse laughing.