Asking My Muse To Get Armed

It occurred to me the other day that sometimes my Muse guides me to garbled garbage. So, I tossed a message in a bottle at the Lady Of The Lake, asking her to throw a sword to my muse, a sword named Editor.

All the best swords have names of course. A sword named Editor would be sharp enough to cut swiftly and cleanly on the down stroke, then correct spelling and grammar on the upstroke.

So, fingers crossed that the shiny hilt of Editor lands in my muse’s hand.

[The very best serious discussion of the muse I have ever seen]