There you are, standing in the subway car with your fingers wrapped around the cold metal strap. Or you’re at work, doing something mindless like watching the hypnotic rhythm of the copier feeder. Or you’re in a really, really boring class. Suddenly, you feel it. A little tug at your ankle. You look down, and there it is, staring up at you with big, imploring, cute eyes.

A Creativity Demon.

They have many names. Homer and others called it their Muse. In Homer’s time, the word “Creativity Demon” hadn’t been coined yet…
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