Follow your muse, your own muse, the one who knows you like the back of her own hand.  The one within who watches you, watches over you day and night, keeping your beating heart and all of its dreams and beating bloody desires all wrapped up, safe and sound.  This is the one true voice in the world only you can hear.  And only you can bring it into words on a page so clear and streaming and real and true.  Only you can bring her up and out into the light of day in a world that wants to know and love her, to hear and hold her, to celebrate all she knows and the wisdom she has to share.  You are the only one she speaks to in quite this way.  Your own little code.  You’re the muse-whisperer, you are.  This one that’s just for you.

And you are for her.  Do not leave her alone.  Do not ignore her, abandon her, make her shout and scream and stamp until she is hoarse and exhausted and feeling mute.  Open your heart to her, your pen and paper to her, your time – just a space, a sliver of time – to her and she will shower you with the words you want to fill yourself up with, up to the brim with, up to your eyeballs and out onto a world waiting for what only you, only you, dear woman, can give life to.

~DRH for the Poplar Grove Muse~