Your lips press against the warm, thick rim of your fragrant mug of coffee. The woman in the corner booth has kinky-curly hair. It keeps falling into her brown eyes, and she brushes it back to reveal a healed-over eyebrow piercing–wait a moment. You’ve written about her before. What does a writer have to do to get fresh meat in a coffee shop full of regulars? What you need is a muse, a character model. You need the fire of your creativity to bloom hot in your head and crackle down your nerves until it reaches your fingers and urges them to write, write, write.