I've written elsewhere about the contentious relationship I have with my muse. Frankly, she's . . . come closer, because I have to whisper this: She's a moody bitch with a poor work ethic. She prefers to inspire me two or three times a week, rather than daily, as I require. But don't tell her I said that.
Since I have deadlines that have to be met, we thrash it out on a regular basis. But I may have found a way to make her happy.
Muses are fairy-like, in case you didn't know. And I think my little sprite must like having her own door to another world, because she's been hanging around more ever since I put it up. She hasn't been grouchy, either. (If you see her, just act like you didn't, because I don't want to mess with this delicate balance.)
I hope this bodes well for my next book.