I was talking with Kimbriel yesterday, trying to gain a deeper insight into the supernatural world that exists all around us.
She told me there’s a blue pixie that often sits on my shoulder, whispering in my ear to try and convince me to do silly things like give up the day job and become a full-time writer.
Clearly Kimbriel’s wrong (for once). That’s not a pixie. That’s my muse.
