What do you do when what you do is not going where you want it to?
Do you stop or carry on if your muse has fled and the cat has gone?
Should one rest when a deadline looms and hope your muse will return quite soon?
Bollocks to it. I'm off to bed... Perchance to dream of faraway lands made available by the largesse of the Lottery... Please oh please your noble Camelotness, just a small jackpot would do. Or failing that, any wee sum you fancy to wing my way.
P.S. Cat doesn't understand lottery, except when I tell her snacks will become abundant.
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