My muses have all run off to Tahiti to have mad crossover sex on the beach while I sit here and curse them. Even Mordred, who can almost always be lured back by the promise of a good fucking, has obviously decided that Crowley is a better lay than Arthur and refuses to return.
Maybe if I do something really horrible they'll come back. Like slash Siddhartha. Or Fahrenheit 451. Montag/Granger = OTP!!1! Theirloveissobasedonforbiddenliterature!