There’s this WordPress blog that gives a daily suggestion for a post topic. On Saturday the suggestion was ‘How do you find your muse?’ Being in a spur of the moment mood I commented ‘I usually find him hiding under the bed. He’s such a coward.’ Then I read some of the other comments. People find their muse in many different places. Driving, sitting with a cup of coffee in the morning, doing chores. I find my mind wanders in those situations. I start somewhere and I end up far, far away without really knowing how I got there. Is that my muse? Somehow the idea of me having a muse seems, I don’t know, wrong. At least some of these mind journeys need to be blamed on me and not on something or someone else.
I take everything I write very seriously because I can’t know who will read it and how they will take it. I take that seriously but I try hard not to take myself too seriously.