Creative Muse: You must write smut!
Me: Huh?
Creative Muse: Smut! You must write it NOW!
Me: But it’s four in the morning.
Creative Muse: SMUT!
Me: Listen, Creative Muse, I’m glad you’re back and all, but if you’re going to give me the urge to write, can you please give me the urge to work on Prime?
Creative Muse: No time for numbers! You must write smut!
Me: But Prime is important. I’d really like to get another draft—
Creative Muse: WRITE SMUT OR I’M LEAVING YOU FOREVER! GET THOSE DAMN FINGERS TYPING AND WRITE SOMETHING SO UNABASHEDLY NASTY THAT EVEN CLIPPY WOULD BLUSH!!!
Me: Ugh. Fine.

The preceding was an unsolicited explanation for why I haven’t done jack shit with Prime in the last week.

Lots of smut, though, let me tell ya…