Where do you find your muse?  Or better still where does your muse find you?  Do you have a special place where you write, or paint, or practice yoga?  I realize that not everyone is a writer, but I’ll bet there is something you love to do more than anything in the world.  Maybe you play music or golf or take long walks with the kids and the dog.

Whatever it is, it fulfills you.  It is not necessarily what you do to pay the bills and put food on the table for that ever-hungry bunch of people you live with, but it feeds your soul.  I am a writer and even though I get up and go to work five days a week to do something else, I still find solace in the written word.  It completes me, and if I ignore it, it berates me.

I have a couple of places in the house that I like to curl up with the laptop and write.  The living room on the love seat next to the fireplace in the winter is a great place.  I can still spend time with my husband while I write about something entirely different from what he is watching on TV.

Then there is the old burgundy leather chair that once belonged to my father-in-law in the guest room.  It still smells like him and I find that comforting.  I have actually seen my muse sitting on the back of the chair beckoning me to come, sit and write.  She knows I want to; it’s just that there is laundry to be done, or supper to be cooked.  I can’t spend all my time with her, even though sometimes I would love to.

Someday, I’ll be able to spend more time with her – but not now.  Now my time is limited.  Where do you find your muse?