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A writer's prayer.

O Dark Gods of the Written Word,

 

I come before you a humble supplicant, the merest silkworm in the process of spinning glorious shining threads of words into stories that flow finer than silk, dance like gossamer upon the ear and eye, and yet stand forth through the ages tougher than the most reinforced iron and stone wall.

 

I beg of you to give me the strength of will to persevere in my quest, and to guide my steps away from temptations that would lure me from my chosen path. In exchange, I offer my bear totem necklace, an effigy of no less than ten of my most prized plotbunnies, and a goblet of the finest mead I can produce.  

 

May thine scions Hemingway and Thoreau ever watch over me, and the saintly Muses ever inspire me in my thirty days of blessed frenzy.

Reverenter,
Plotbunny Tiff

[*Many thanks to CythWolfD for the beginning and end of this prayer. Do you have a prayer to offer the gods?]