I'm sitting in a room, drinking gin martinis. I'm trying hard to invoke my muse...she's laughing at me..she can be a whacky one. The older I get the more I truly want to focus and accomplish. My muse is giggling at me. She's hard to settle. If I don't push her, incredible ideas grace me. If I push, there's nothing but giggling. I think I'll have another martini. You see, I want to do a new podcast before I leave for Germany. I'm stalling. I've only done three. I should've been able to do more. Actually, there's a lot of things I would like to complete before I go to Germany. I'm not great at routine. I'm pretty extreme. I do well in chaos.