Beware the Artist/Muse Language Barrier

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The concept of the muse has been on my mind lately.  I fear that my own muse is still a creature of the night and has yet to join me in my new early bird role.  And I say role because it still feels like role-playing and not very well casted at that.

My muse is a tease who whispers as I'm falling asleep at night and then remains sound asleep until noon when I'm busy making Mom's lunch.

Really though, I'm not one who holds that inspiration must be waited upon but rather that you show up for the work as you would any other task.  So there is still some way in which I'm not yet showing up tho I'm sitting here at my desk.