Have you met yours? The origins of muse are here, but what do you make of muse?
I suppose to me a muse is a flesh-formed syndicate of different kinds of inspirations; something that instead of a flashing by in light-bulb-fashion stays with you for an amount of time, like something sinking in slowly enough that if you accidentally scrape at it, you lose a fraction. Muse is something you need focus on, it doesn’t just come to you like a spark of inspiration when you see something lovely or brutally ugly enough to make you act upon it in an artistic way. I sometimes see my muse but I tend to lose it. I suppose I still need some better footing in writing.