My first post told you about my preferred definition of a muse: a source of inspiration; especially: a guiding genius. Every writer, or nearly every one, has some one or some thing that particularly inspires him or her to write, whether it be poetry, fiction, or non-fiction of some flavor.
I think confining “my muse” to a single thing is too limiting. After all, a muse is a source of inspiration. Artists are inspired by many things, whether persons, places, things, senses, or just emotions. We writers are word artists.
I think a lot of artists will admit that Nature in all her forms is a wonderful muse. Whenever I see streamers of fog floating above a wetland or draping down to the water’s surface, I get inspired to write something about it. Unfortunately, I’m usually on my way to work when I see it, but I try to remember the details so later I can use that memory to call my creative energies to the surface.
What inspires you? Do you go for walks in the woods when the creative process stalls out? A writer friend of mine calls that a walking meditation. I like the phrase. Where else do you find a muse? Walking in the city? People-watching at a coffee house? Maybe watching the lightning bugs at night.
Whatever inspires you, use it to fuel your writing even if it’s only ten minutes of trying to describe the rain without using a cliché. See what you can come up with.