Writer Wednesday: Muse

My muse is a little guy who likes to fly and breathe fire.  Yup and his name is Random.  'Cause well... I couldn't resist. ;)


Isn't he cute? 



Pictures taken from various places on the web, no image belongs to me

What's your muse? Do you envision something hovering over your shoulder? Perhaps someone whispering in your ear?  I'd love to hear from you.

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