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O! for a muse of fire, that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention.
~ William Shakespeare

When I was younger, a crushed boy-girl relationship yielded my most inspired and impassioned writing.  Now that I’m older and have outgrown the childhood drama, I still require some sort of muse to fuel the creative juices.  Oftentimes I find it while curled up on my chaise lounge, staring at the leaves on the trees filtering late afternoon sunlight and dappling the pavers.  But other times, it runs dry like parched grass or riverbeds in the Southwest summer heat, and I need something more.  Perhaps that change of scenery I’ve mentioned.  If I had my way, I’d travel across country and settle in a beachfront cabin, the Gulf in front of me and laptop at my fingertips.  For now, however, I must continue searching for that muse of fire where I currently reside.  And if I’m lucky, it’ll always burn from within.

Who or what gets your muse motor revved up?