beware of muse

Guys, I need to write something. Give me a prompt. Fanfiction (Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, Doctor Who, Firefly, Emily of New Moon, primarily, but I might have my arm twisted to write in another universe) or original (which could mean any projects I have hinted about or been blatant about, or it could mean something entirely mad; I do want to write short stories based on ballads someday) -- my fingers are positively tingling and yet nothing is coming out of them. As though I haven't got countless projects I ought to go bash into shape (but lots of them are great big complicated things! and I need a dark room and some of those fresh mint chocolate cookies I made today and some atmospheric music and my laptop for those! really I do!), but, you know.

Currently I am listening to a really fabulous Nickel Creek concert streaming from NPR (ASGLKHGH THEY JUST STARTED ON "THE HOUSE CARPENTER" LOVE LOVE LOVE). You ought to have a listen, you ought. If not only because Chris Thile is positively adorable between songs, and because "The House Carpenter" is three times better live (blimey, this is nearly as good as it was at Grey Fox) and also because four instruments may never have made so much noise, though I think Crooked Still and the Sparrow Quartet might be able to give them a run for their money.