Inspiration: Literary

A sheaf of vellum, a stone to hold it down, and a pen to write with. Oh, and a knife to open the veins and a wad of bandaging for afterward, but that would not have been nearly so picturesque an image, and really, that's something nobody needed to know but herself. The muse did not descend from heaven lightly and with twinkling fairy lights and new age music. It splattered forth from the cut flesh, it clotted and oozed across the pages, it left a mess and a funny smell behind. But that was really nobody else's business, and besides, she always healed without a scar.

Inspiration: This photograph: http://www.flickr.com/photos/shashamane/3895289467/
Potential: Low. There's nothing wrong with this, setting aside its meta-writing nature, but a literary notion and not very plotty, so there's not so much another story here.
Notes:: This seems a self-enclosed thing.