Do I have a muse? I’m not sure. Something sneaks into my brain at 3am and asks me questions I can’t answer. And you know what? Sometimes she’s wrong. She’s the eternal editor. Maybe my muse is the other one, who has the young me put on another personality and go have adventures. I’m not sure. But I am sure it’s not that old tart I see in the mivLer.roroly, dreamy post, by the way, Toby. Beautifully written.