How to (Not) Write a Novel

One day I woke up and said:

I rushed to my computer, a smile on my face.  I just knew I was going to be the next Great American Author!  But, I was suddenly inflicted with…

So I waited in hopes it would pass.  I even took a nap…

But then my muse woke me and  yelled…

I tried to explain that

But the muse got tired of my

and said…

FINE, I said, but you know…

Oh well.  Pooey on my muse.  I’ll write a novel tomorrow.

The end.