My writing muse strikes in the weirdest moment. I am trying to recall the weirdest moments she has hit me so far. I remember lying in bed with my 4-year-old son reading his favorite book, cuddling up afterward just to wait until he sleeps. Perfect moments for the muse. A small idea, written lines. But I can’t get up until he sleeps.

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 made me decide: iPad or her. I chose her… for now.