My Muse

Sometimes my fictional Muse sits in my consciousness and entertains me with stories of great battles, wonder and adventure.

Other times, like today, my Muse is banging around at the back of my mind creating a great deal of noise, as though furiously hunting for something amidst the clutter. “There’s some gold here,” she says, frustrated that it sits just outside of my conscious mind.

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