Well said. Mine’s a mytery. I know he’s there, or she, but he often only shows up when I get completely frustrated and then saves the day.
My muse seems to have been with me from a very young age. I always was a day dreamer, looked for patterns in the clouds, etc. I loved the solitude of the clearing in the woods, my secret place. I was filled with imagination.
I never got to know her until after the children were grown, it takes a lot of energy raising children and working out of the home at the same time. All one’s resources are spent just living day to day.