There are, upon occasion, times when I should very much like to strangle my muse. I cannot, however, due to the fact that the times when I should most like to strangle her, are the times she gives me some of my best work.

It is just most unfortunate that she does this by allowing me no sleep, or otherwise forcibly rousting me from my bed in order to jot down whatever she has for me before she forgets.

While I am accustomed to being awake at hours that differ drastically from societal norms, and while I am immensely appreciative of the gift that is having her in my life... it does not make it any less irritating to be kept up working, as opposed to having made the choice to remain awake.

I am sure there are those that would claim that I could choose to go to bed at any time, regardless of what my "muse" might want, and for those who are blessed to have a muse that allows that to be a reality, I imagine it is a valid argument.

For myself, however, that is simply not the case, as my muse does not subscribe to the theory that I, and not she, should be in charge.

So in case you wish to make that point, please keep in mind that while I can appreciate where that point comes from, I have no more a frame of reference of what it is like to be in charge of my muse, than you likely have of what it is like to be a slave to yours.

And now that it is after 8:00 in the morning, I am left with a rather annoying headache, as my muse's attention has wandered away from the story she was giving me, and no time in which to lie down in an attempt to get it to go away, as I have to be up in about half an hour to get ready for the day's events.

So... I decided to share with you that which is going through my brain as I try to recover from the last 3 hours while I am still eloquently under the effect of my muse, even though she has moved on to whatever else it is she is doing, bouncing happily about her cage and giggling at my irritated torment.

Such is my life with my muse. Ce la Vie, no?