In awe.

I met my muse the other night.

The person whose writing has inspired countless brainstorms, manic episodes, epiphanies, and story fragments.

He shook my hand. Signed an autograph. Smiled at me. Waved at me.

And I told him "thank you."

It was the most sincere and true thing I could have told him.

And I owe him a fucking lot of thanks.

Hopefully this will be the creative kick in the ass that I need to get goin' again with this story...