Miriam D. Dufer

Like many writers, I have an inner dialogue that screams at me or

sometimes whispers. Sometimes it comes in my dream state; sometimes it

comes from a face on the street or something that I notice in nature. Unlike

many writers, my muse is not fixed but a mutable source of inspiration

that randomly taps me on the shoulder or sucker punches me in the gut until I

put pen to paper.