I was working on the computer this morning and I looked up to discover out the window, by the creek, my easel, apron, and hat were magically standing there. Calling me. Gently shaming me. Reminding me that you don't just lay about waiting for the Muse to stroll through the door unannounced. You need to actually work. Do good work, bad work, ugly or sublime. That's the incantation to summon the Muse to join you. That...and your husband. Thank you, Bill.