My muse shimmered in a knee-length white beaded dress, her black hair in a bob, and a champagne glass in hand. The Twenties ballad ‘More Than You Know’ teased in the background. She glared. When she last whispered into my ear she wore only my T-shirt. I ignored her and banged away on the keyboard. “Like Raymond Chandler, Chris Bauer started selling short stories as an unemployed oil company executive. Since then he has accumulated thirty-six paid publishing credits, and is especially grateful to UNTREED READS—” She tapped me on the shoulder. “That’s your BIO? Where am I?” She downed the remainder of the glass and sat beside me. The breath of her words caressed and seduced. “Write what I tell you.”