Sure they are.
Unless, of course, they are standing in the middle of your room, and you try to ignore them. Then, they tend to be a big ol’ problem.
Yes, I suffered a serious lack of writing.
What are you, my boss? No? Then leave me be! I’m kidding. Please don’t leave, because then I’d be down to 3 readers, and I hate things that are uneven.
Let’s just say I’ve been…. Underground. No need to bore you with the details… I mean, it’s not like I’m a storyteller or anything. Wait, what? Oh, ignore this whole line.
I wish I could promise I’d never leave you again, but that involves commitment, something which I’m really not good friends with. But seriously, this should make you like me more, what with the whole ‘she might not be around forever so read her while you can’ thing floating in the air. It’s like being a ‘limited edition’ or having an expiration date.
Regardless, we shall resume from here and pretend like nothing ever happened, because that’s what old friends do.
The truth is, sometimes artists suffer at the hands of their own craft. The muse becomes the tormentor, the art becomes a plague, so we avoid, avoid, avoid. I found myself avoiding, but you can’t ignore your love forever, right? (What’s that? You can? I must have missed that option. Damn. Oh well, on with the writing!)
As they say, the only way out is through.