Inspiring a new story (not about breaking out of prison for two seasons), Wentworth Miller. How cute is this guy? I can’t tell if he’s a horrible or great actor, nor do I really care. It’s that slow smile and squint. Bingo–new character. I have to latch onto a movie star crush in order to write. How pathetic! If I can’t picture someone perfectly (for me, that means a photo), I’m stuck. And I have to be able to fantasize about them. Now that I’m permanently over my Orlando Bloom thing, I’ve needed a new Muse. Now, Keanu is always in the back of my mind, grunting for a character of his own. Who floats your boat???