My Muse

I think that for years I have been running from her. I say 'her' because that is how she feels in my head. I would always start a story and I would dwindle away from it, drawn to something else. Lately it has been getting increasingly difficult to ignore her. She keeps me up at night. Talking in my head and whispering all sorts of things in my ears. So, Right now at 5am, I have finally decided to give into her. I have not slept, she wont let me. So I sat and listened to her. She demands coffee, music, and butterscotch. Odd, I know, but what can I do? She needs her own voice. And I have decided that I will finally let her have it.
Away I go to write!!!!!!!!!!!