A muse is a funny thing. An fickle entity all of its own. It does not matter what you had hoped to work on through out the day - when the muse speaks, she shouts and will not be silenced until she has got her way.
'Work on project A.' You may say.
'No,' she replies, 'Project G will go this way and that's what we will do'
'But I have no project G.' You reply.
And a smug 'you do now' comes from the bossy little voice.
But for all that the precious little muse may drive one insane and to the point of distraction. For all she causes me to focus on the seemingly wrong thing... to work on fiction instead of fact, personal project instead of academic....
....I would miss her if she left me.
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