My writing muse strikes in the weirdest moment
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The next day I’m lying in bed next to my beautiful wife. The muse hits again: a draft of a post, a vision of a future Medium story leading to fame and glory (wink, wink). And then, like a light switch, I’m out. Sleeping like a baby. The next day I can’t even remember the topic. I can’t sleep with an iPad next to me. God knows I’ve tried. But my wife mad…
