A long time ago or once upon a time, stifled by the desire to get everything right on paper, rendered immobile by my inner and nasty critic, I was encouraged to read Bird By Bird, by Anne Lamott. I have read it numerous times and often wish I could commit it to memory. Ah, the perfection that comes from the memorized verse. Lamott strikes out at the need and desire for perfection. Instead, she pushes me to embrace the messiness of writing, to muse. She tells me to let go and not worry about destination or the big picture. She set before me the creed by which my musings are written, by which my inner wild woman craves to live: “Don’t look at your feet to see if you are doing it right. Just dance.” When I muse, and this is a necessary part of my writing process, I don’t look. I just write. I hope you enjoy these musings. I hope you muse as well.