“When the Muse Is a Menace — Creating Even on the Days You Don’t Feel Like It” A Chaos Journal Entry By One Bad Maa Some days the muse shows up like a rabid angel, claws out, ideas flying, energy popping off like electricity under the skin. And some days? The muse is a menace. Avoidant. Missing. A ghost with a middle finger. And that’s exactly why I don’t rely on her. People love to talk about inspiration. They don’t talk about the mornings where you sit there staring at your screen like it owes you money. They