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.
Daydreaming always got me in trouble at school. Out of school I was in the woods, too. Usually with a gang o kids having magical adventures. I’d like to think that Gramps is my muse and sometimes think there maybe more than one.