My Muse is a Jackass

Case in point:


Mebrit fumbled with the keys to his apartment, nearly
dropping them when he went to put them back in his
pocket. Upon opening the door and stepping inside, he was
almost entirely certain that he was hallucinating.

"Miss Kos," he called out weakly as he nudged Tiramisu
aside and shut the door behind Endrin, "why is there a dead
woman in the hallway?"

"Well, I was going to leave her in the living room, but she
clashed with the upholstery."

Dreaming Ilythiiri, part the second

Bleh. Bleh I tell you, bleh.

I was thinking of something more dreamlike and deep woods-ish for the background, something to bring out the viny constriction feel, and this lakeside bullshit is happening instead.


Urgh.

The great irony in this is that I was trying to paint a lake for a depiction of Lady Kos' homeland last week and it wasn't working. >:|