For me, the muse is more like a crazy uncle who blows into town rarely and unpredictably. And when he does come it is often at an inconvenient moment - he drops his load and then is gone again - for a long time.
Last nite my muse came while I was asleep. He gave me a vivid dream, so vivid in fact that it awakened me, of a song in D minor. But this morning all I can remember is the chords and part of the chorus. I got out my guitar and firmed it up, and then wrote down what I could remember.
Maybe he'll stop by again tonite.