You can borrow one of mine, I've got lots. Unfortunately, they only go back to ancient Greece...
Meh, you know, I'd be tempted to do this, but there is a certain part of me that simply cannot write under compulsion. I do begin to panic when the writing has neccessity connected to it, rather than unlimited freedom. And it has been ever so long since I attempted to write any prose fiction... all my heart's been set to poetry in the last year or so. But I will keep this all in mind, and if, perchance, amidst other contemplations, an idea strikes me, I'll write it down. 3000 words is hardly a breath, but even that breath needs the whisper of the muses. I'll wait on them. If they are willing, I will write something, glancing-wise when my mind is turned elsewhere; if not, I must perforce be silent.
