The Muse

She will wait in the corner all day; wait while I put in some extra time at the office ,  wait while I clean my apartment , and wait while I check my social media. But finally I acknowledge her , my muse.

She responds like a child who has been impatiently waiting for their parent to play with them , the words spilling from her mouth in one long excited sentence. Each time we play , the games get a little bigger , a little more wild .

I thought at first that my muse was a separate being that decided to show up once in a while to provide inspiration. But the more I played with her , the more she showed up. I soon realized the truth ; the muse was always me, a younger me.

I have been writing since I was 9 when I interviewed the town selectwoman. I became a writer and dreamer then and that little girl has been inside of me ever since.

There is no reason to quit your career or stop doing things that need to be done but when you feel the nagging tug at your shirt , shut the email and go play for a while.