D. Wallace Peach shared a highly entertaining conversation with her muse, and invited us all to do likewise. I lamented that, sadly, my muse has gone missing. But, as I went on a desperate search for Mr. Muse, I began to wonder if he had indeed gone missing, or had he simply become neglected?

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The house is in disarray. Furniture knocked over, the rubbish bin upended, clothes strewn from half-open drawers. And yet, I still can’t find what I’m looking for.

My muse. Mr. Muse. He went missing a few months back.

I know he’s in the house somewhere – I don’t let him outside. He’s an ‘indoor muse’.

He has a nice dedicated writing space. Comfy chair. The works.

So, why he ran off, I haven’t the foggiest idea. Maybe something to do with Covid? Something to do with an operation I had a few months back? Maybe…