Personify your muse

[batyler65]

If your muse were a person, what kind of person would he/she be?

Mine is a sticky-faced toddler in the midst of the terrible twos. I coax. She says "NO!". Although I'm sure she means it in the most polite way. :)

Barb

[eraser]

Mine has similar characteristics Barb. I think I picture it as the demi-god Puck though. Giggling nearby, but just out of reach, when called. Whispering in my ear whenever I'm far from my keyboard, MOST especially when I'm driving, and can't even scribble a note.

[batyler65]

Ooh, Eraser, I know just what you need! I got a digital recorder for Christmas last year and I take it with me in the car. They even make voice activated ones. Now if they just made waterproof ones for the shower, which is where my muse usually sings. :)

BTW: Is the book done? I've got the cyber champagne chilling.

Barb

[pconsidine]

I'm pretty sure my muse is an immensely fat Buffalo Bills fan named Rick. He hangs out on the couch all day, doing nothing but drinking beer, eating pretzels and burping. He's always chock full of useful suggetsions, but the second I ask him to actually DO something, he forgets how to speak English.

[jchess]

Hmm. Well, I have had people--writers, specifically--tell me my muse must be a stimulant junkie ('he must have an I.V. in his arm, jacking Starbucks', I was once told)/insomniac/sociopath who is given to making livestock nervous with his truck stop spoon collection, and is the sort you invite to your house for dinner ONCE and never again. The reason for this is simple: You have to move in the wake of his presence, join the witness protection program, and burn everything he laid grubby paws on.

But if you ask me my muse is about the same size and build as Columbo (Peter Falk). He also smokes cigar ends like the rumpled dumbell, mumbles under his breath in an ever-unnerving manner when I am trying to write on deadline, and wants to know at the most inconvenient times why it is I never keep enough good booze in the wet bar. He likes to pad about the house in MY bathrobe, sans anything else, the belt not tied, and is given to anwering the front door in this manner. Which is okay IF the bicycle-riding Mormons, out to save my sould, are about. It is NOT okay if the parent-teacher association is about, pushing their latest fundraising effort. I can tell the difference in the retreating screams and shrieks.

Here's the thing: Despite all his curious personal habits he does respond appropriately in crunch times, and for that I am always grateful.

Speaking deadlines, I am off to meet one.

Until next time. . .

Jim Hess
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[batyler65]

ROFL!!
You guys are sooo funny!

Today my muse is a small subversive woman in gypsy attire. She has read my palm, noted that my line of writing productivity suggests I should take up animal husbandry, and is now being "helpful" by rearranging my kitchen while suggesting I go take a little nap.

[litestar]

My muse is lying down with a migraine right now. She is a flitterer by nature and has difficulty focusing. Occasionally she over-flits thus producing a migraine, or at the very least a runny nose. My hope is to catch her with a butterfly net &
take her in for "muse therapy" after which I'm assuming she'll settle down like a responsible muse, buy some suitable business attire, and pay attention to her duties. In the meantime, she seems to be feeling better so we're going out for a lunch of pepperoni pizza & green tea.

[batyler65]

Litestar, Muse therapy? Ooh, sign mine up! But we'll skip the session on appropriate business attire, if you please. My muse feels that that would be a bit stifling. Of course my muse has been known to dress in the drapes and wear lampshade hats.

Has anybody else's muse taken on the role of Italian Grandmother? All mine wants to do today is wander around, waving her arms while saying, "Eat! Eat!"

This is not helping my writing or my waistline.

Barb

[jchess]

Therapy? My muse could go for an extended round of shock therapy, his arse strapped into ol' Sparky, from 'The Green Mile'.

And thumb screws, if you ask me, wouldn't be a bad thing.

Until next time. . .

Jim Hess

[Read JDM]

My muse is Egon from Ghostbusters. My mind is the controlled environment in which he works. He wears a lab coat and carries a clipboard.

[batyler65]

JDM: Does he collect sporous mold and fungi? Just don't give him a slinky, he'll spend days straightening it and you won't get anything written.

Jim: Sounds to me like your muse is INTO pain. Perhaps you should try a little tenderness? Or is that tenderizer? :)

Maybe we should all collaborate on a Muse Therapy E-book.
We could call it: GAMES TO PLAY WITH YOUR BRAIN WHEN NOBODY IS LOOKING. :D

Today, my muse is patiently sitting in a corner contemplating her navel. In her spare time, she creates dust bunnies to hide under my furniture and forces mold to grow in the refrigerator.

Barb

[Read JDM]

He hasn't gotten ahold of a Slinky just yet, thankfully. It's bad enough when he discovers a public restroom trashcan packed to capacity. He can study that stuff under the microscope for hours. I don't like my muse sometimes.

[jchess]

My muse is a pain in the butt. That's what he is. He wants to write when I want to sleep. He wants to diddle around when I want to work. But, like I said, he's there in crunch time, so I suppose his antics must be gladly suffered.

Until next time. . .

Jim Hess

[Wordaholic]

My muse is Sid. Sid looks a lot like Woody Allen, but his hair is wildly tousled and he wears immense horned rim glasses. Sid mostly runs around in an agitated state, tearing his hair and talking a-mile-a-minute. His most annoying habit is his tendency to talk in maddeningly incomplete sentences. So, even though he tosses out some amazingly brilliant stuff from time to time, it mostly goes nowhere because he never sticks on a subject long enough to finish a thought.

Sid wanders in and out at will and has a tendency to show up at oddly inconvenient times (when I'm facing a tough deadline, for example) and wants to sit back and talk. At other times, when I really could use his assistance, he's nowhere to be found.

In fact, I spend a lot of time trying to track Sid down, but he's hard to find. He moves fast and he's all over town. He probably owes money to bookmakers.

I meditate on those writers whose muses are tall, svelte, blonde women swathed in flowing classical draperies and I ask the fates: "Why me? Why Sid?"

Sid gnaws a pepperette and turns the television up a notch.
"Can you turn that @#%$ thing down?, " I yell. "No way. It's the playoffs," he yells back.

When he does this I know for sure he is not a product of my invention, for I am, in no way, a sports fan. I get back to work, struggling with a nasty sentence that wants to say three things at once and contradicts itself into the bargain. There is a loud pfffffftttt! that means Sid has snagged the last can of beer in the fridge.

[batyler65]

I'm in trouble now. My muse has wandered off with Sid to get pointers on perfecting that whole incomplete thought process thing, and they invited Jim's muse along to insure that I never get any sleep again. Ever.

Oh, and now, Word, my muse is demanding a NAME, but will she contribute suggestions? Of course not.

It's a good thing that all I'm supposed to do today is take inventory of what needs mailed out.

Barb

[jchess]

So I was going to sleep in this morning, as a reward to myself for getting a novel done. But, no. I rolled over, opened one eye, and found HIM, standing over me, straddling me, really.

Wearing MY bathrobe (again), with it opened. I screeched, rolled over, hid my head under the pillows and the dog, and said: WHAT?

Just a couple of things, HE said. First, you can so get four pounds of coffee beans in the grinder, if you leave the lid off. Which brings up an important point: How do you get crushed coffee beans out of tile grout? I stepped on several while I was pouring pancake batter in the toaster.

Second, the coffee grinder doesn't work anymore, so when you go to the store you might want to pick up a new one.

Third, it's okay to pour water on a grease fire, right?

And I was up.

How is your day going?

Until next time. . .

[batyler65]

ROFLOL :lol
Jim,
You really need to put a collar with bells on it on your muse. That and maybe a tranquilizer dart or two wouldn't hurt. And maybe a couple of coils of rope... some duct tape...

**Congrats on finishing the novel! **

Hey, Everybody! Cyber party at Jim's place! If you want coffee, bring your own, I have it on good authority his grinder is busted.

My muse is starting to take after yours. Today she interrupted me to ask: "How long has the microwave been on fire?" Did I mention she also wants to be a "Sweet Potato Queen"? Little majorette boots and all? It's gonna be one of THOSE days.

Now I must get back to serious marketing before the post office closes. I only have fifteen cover letters to write. DO you think anybody will notice if I cut and paste a lot?

Barb

[jchess]

Actually this was one of the easier writing projects I have undertaken of late. Don't know why.

But, anyway, here's something to work your humor muscles (and muse) around and over: The City of Denver has decided to impose some rather interesting water restrictions (a drought, dontcha know): Motels and hotels within city limits may change bed linens once only every two days.

Okay, says the bigger, more expensive motels and hotels.

Okay? Replied the city of Denver. What?

Sure, they replied. We've been changing the linens only once every five days.

--ew--

So. Fer youse, a challenge: Come up with humorous responses to this situation: Like a reality game show called 'Connect The Spots'. Or how it is Miss Cleo will interpret the sweat stains on the mattress cover to tell your future. Or. . .

Go for it.

Until next time. . .

Jim Hess
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[Scorpio Annie]

Your muse sounds like good people to me. As for those folks who answer your doorbell, well some folks have no sense of humor.....Tell me does your muse ever misplace your sandles? Mine tends to leave my Addias slides, which are extremely comfortable with or without socks, in places that I can never find.......

Have a phone call.....MO beat Kansas today......Can't tell you how pleased old Annie is tonight.......Later

Annie

[batyler65]

Been awhile since we visited this thread and there are a lot of new faces at the puddle. Of course there are some old ones who can probably update their muse files too...

Any takers?

My muse got up this morning, put on her pink fuzzy slippers, drank all the coffee, and burped loudly. I've mentioned various projects to no avail although, she has suggested that we should do some in-depth, hands-on research on post holiday sales.

BaRb:ack

[scorpioannie]

Barb,

My muse is a coffee drinker too. She went down to the local coffee shop sometime last February and just now returned. She doesn't forget anything. Will she tell? She might decide to talk if I stick with the goal of writing for 30 minutes each day.

Too bad that yours has such bad manners. They might have let her hang out and guzzle coffee. Yet, she would not have had time to remodel the kitchen. So go ahead and take her shopping. Happy New Year.

Annie8)

[Cary]

My muse? Hes a smooth talker,dressed like John Travolta in Saturday Night Fever in a polyester suit.The love em an leave um type.His hair is all slicked back,he thinks hes every writers dream-muse.He only comes around when he wants too, gets you all excited by promising to stay awhile, and telling you everything you want to hear..but you know how they are,all flash..then gone by dawn,leaving you ..well,wordless..Im so ashamed.....but like a bad haircut you have to entertain It while Its around,like It or not...at least untill It grows back,or comes back!! ;) Carybelle

[rtilryarms]

Nevada Smith

[Cary]

What about Nevada Smith??? (Weirdo..)
RE-Jimmys Challenge,'How Miss Cleo will interpret sweat stains on the mattress cover,to tell my future'.....Checking the bed closely she spies,melted chocolate...an predicts,'Your diet will fail you this coming year'.....A lumpy mattress,'You will become very prosperous and do well in all things financial.'Then see's various other...marks....'Your 'Love Life',will blossom,as NEVER before!!'.......Heh,Heh,Heh.....:evil Carybelle

[rtilryarms]

eeeeeeew!

[Cary]

Oh,pluleeezzz!!!! Yarmy,you are such a prude....or is that just your alter-ego......;) Love an suckermarkers, Carybelle

[qatz]

Mah muse? Clearly it's Cary.

[rtilryarms]

lol

what's the use
I have no muse
I'll turn you loose
On Dr. Seus




I know,.....Sad!

[Cary]

One has to grab the gusto,while It's there,ya know..Whadaya mean Gatz.."I be your muse"????:nerd Gotta do It now,cuz I figure when Im 70,I wont be grabbin anyones gusto..... Carybell

[rtilryarms]

Cary, how was vacation?

[Cary]

It was wonderful !!!,as only a vacation can be!!!! I ate,drank and generally made merry,even though It is after New Years !!!! I also recieved a call from THE PUBLISHER,of 'Hog -Hunter Magazine',who told me after reading my query,he was very interested in my Boar huntin story!!!! Yee-Ha!!!!!! Not just a note baby,but HE CALLED ME!!!!! I'm soooo excited.Its really aint no big deal,just a small specialty huntin magazine really,but hey!! Borders and Barnes an Noble carries It,as well as 13 other countries!!!!! SO!!!!!!:eek Carybelle

[rtilryarms]

When will you know if you have a contract?

[Cary]

Ill send him the story here,in the next few days.(Complete with photos and a pen an ink drawing of a boar!.) Gotta get your illistration advertizing were availible.I dont think they 'do',contracts,per sey,like I said,Its a SMALL...magazine.Everything is submitted by readers,pretty much,except for the colomn writers.I believe they either publish It,or dont.Probably get paid in mag copies,but thats O.K,with me,us 'starving writers' must take what we can get!!! I would be happy with that,after all Its justa pig huntin story...not an anthology for new short story horror writers,which I aspire to,one day.... :b Carybelle

[loyal samuel]

Yeah Cary!!! You go, you pig hunting girl you! Let us know when it comes out. We'll celebrate.

kathy

[Cary]

Thanks Kathy!! Its a deal!!! Should hear something here soon...Its no biggie.but by God,Its sumthin!!!!! See,Ive got a plan..then sneak a lil article in to Field an Stream...then hoodwink a kindly editor for outdoor life into checkin out a little article an before ya know It....... Carybelle

[dottyboy]

My moose has one HUGE UGLY cycloptic eye and pink wrinkled skin. He never says much but make him angry and he spits in my eye. I will have to flog some sense into him soon before he grows a brain.:nerd

Dottyboy

[sugarmuffin]

I have several muses. They usually take turns. The one who is around lately reminds me of one of the zombies from Night of the Living Dead. He follows me around, walking stiffly, arms outstretched. Once in a while he stops to scratch his tush. He is full of intent, but we just don't connect on an intellectual level. I can never understand what he's saying as he can't really speak -- he emits these raspy squeals and that's it. But he scratches my back sometimes, and that's nice.

Lisa

[batyler65]

Lisa, that cracks me up!
:rollin :rollin :rollin :rollin :rollin

Today, if my muse was from a horror story it would be the Blob -- Oozing around the computer, but making no effort to communicate at all. Blobs don't scratch your back, or pay the car payment, or, for that matter, hog the remote (there goes the theory on the husband) but they do tend to devour all that clutter piling up on the desk, so that's nice.

Barb

[rtilryarms]

you all are making my stomach hurt. LOL! LOL!

[Cary]

I like that word,Dottyboy!!! "Have you been flogged today"??(onna t-shirt!!),"No thank you,Id rather be flogged".Or the ever popular..."You floggin idiot,where'd you learn how to drive"!!!!!!!:lol Dotty,you da man!!! :heart Carybelle
PS-Sugarmuffin-Loved your muse!! Too funny!!:rollin
PSS-Barb-If my muse were a horror charter,It would be like the Fury,in Steve Kings,"Christine".No matter how you abuse It,It just keep coming back!!!!!!!!:ack

[CrimeWriter]

Cary, your muse sounds like someone I know, though I can't put a finger on who it reminds me of ...

Dotty, your "moose" also reminds me of something: a hamster I recently became acquainted with.

My creative muse has fled while I struggle with university. He didn't like playing second-fiddle to my academic muse. Both of them look alike though. They're tall, tanned and muscular. Well, a girl has to have her fantasy even while writing!

[Cary]

Dark an muscular,huh?? Im changin muses.:eek Carybelle

[batyler65]

Hey, CW, where exactly do you shop for your muses? Do they have an outlet? I could certainly go for something tanned and muscular about now.

Today my muse looks like a Teamster, and not in that good, rugged I-like-to-work-with-my-hands way, either. This one looks more like the I'm-on-strike-now-get-away-from-that-there-keyboard-before-I-whack-you-a-good-one-with-this-here-sign type. He is also waving some kind of contract in my face that lists these demands:

Premium pay for unsolicited ideas provided between the hours of Midnight and 3 AM.

Double time pay for making calls "on demand" (aka deadlines).

The creation of a special Muse-only smoking lounge with tables, chairs and a coin machine that dispenses beer and naked women.

More work that will require said muse to think of ways to use beer and naked women in the work in progress.

I think I see a theme developing here. :b

I'm looking for a muse that is umm, more like the Antonio Banderas-shaped Muse. Anybody want to trade?

BaRb:ack

[CrimeWriter]

I found him/them on the internet. You'd be amazed how much cheaper things are when you get them from somewhere like eBay. :rollin

[sugarmuffin]

My latest muse, Marco, has a terrific ass, but he's as dumb as a bag of hammers.

[Cary]

Wheres my checkbook???......:heart .I will swap,one slightly used Johnny Depp,and one drooled on Jeff Goldblum,for an Antonio......:b ,any condition..Any takers???? Carybelle

[LiamJackson]

The first time I met my muse, I thought I was being visited by the Grim Reaper. Tall joker wearing a snazzy little hooded robe and carrying a ka-razy looking scythe.

I didn't know whether to cap his arse, or hose his pug-ugly butt with Holy water. I think in the end, we split a pint of Four Roses, listened to a little Hendrix and Pink Floyd, then went crusin' for chicks in his Toyota 4-Runner.

I don't see him very often, but when I do, Four Roses and Pink Floyd are usually involved to some extent.

[Cary]

"Split a pint of Four Roses"??? You are either younger than I am,or worldly..which is It?? If you were my age,(40's) you'd have said,"split a bottle of Boones Farm"!!! Ha! What we all drank in high school,or perhaps,Little Kings,aka,'Little Killers'....ah,the memories!!!!:lol I liked your muse by the way,course I have a thing for undead stuff.........
Love an suckermarks, Carybelle

[CrimeWriter]

I remember Boone's! Strawberry wine ... yum! I'm going to have to try to get one of my sisters to send me some one of these days, just for old time's sake. I just turned 37 a few days ago, so I definitely remember those days ... :smokin

[LiamJackson]

Four Roses is an olddddd brand of rot-gut 1.29+ tax blended whiskey. But since you mentioned Boone's, boy does THAT bring back some memories!

[Cary]

Well! Im so happy to have brought back sum fond memories...I can hardly remember,they were so fond....(drunk??) Oh yeah,candy wine...good stuff for us beginning drinkers!!! Ha!! Tell me your stories Yall !!!!:b Carybelle

[rtilryarms]

I drank Cracklin' Rosie

[CrimeWriter]

Best stories from when I was younger or more recent stories? Believe me, the more recent stories are MUCH more interesting than the ones from my distant youth!

:rollin

[LiamJackson]

Most of the stories from my youth might be considered "confessions" and I'm not sure the statute of limitations has expired in all of those jurisdictions...I better stick with the more current stuff.;)

[CrimeWriter]

I was such a good girl when I was young (in other words, I was BORING) that I don't have any confessions to make from those days. And the statute of limitations hasn't run out on my more recent "escapades". :eek

[LiamJackson]

CW, something tells me that it's probably a good thing that my "younger self" never met your "older self" or we'd be in bigggg trouble.

[CrimeWriter]

You're probably right! My "older" self is thoroughly enjoying making up for lost time and doing the things that she should have done when she was younger, although I'm wiser than I would have been back then. I think.

[Cary]

Yarmy-Im sure you did!!!!! (Wheres Gatz been these days???)
Crimey-Tell! Tell!! (chanting an cheering!!);)
Liam-Aww,c'mon,tell us sumthin!!!!:eek .
Confession-The last time I got drunk on Boones Farm Strawberryhill Wine, I cornered the captain of the football team(didnt even know him...)....and kissed him.. messily..although I did get asked out after that,I must have been better than I thought,or his popularity was a mere myth...after our first date,I found out why!!! Ha!!!:evil
Love an suckermarks, Carybelle
'Queen of the Confessional'

[sugarmuffin]

I drank Boone's Farm and Southern Comfort (but not usually together). Once I threw up in bed. I had just enough clearheadedness to put the sheets in the washing machine, but not enough to turn it on...my mother found them after they'd been sitting in there for a day or two...ah, youth.

Just another sharing moment,

kiss kiss,

Lisa

[rtilryarms]

too little time

[Cary]

"True Confessions"-Mom an Dad spoiled me by making me my own 'apartment', in our basement.It was slick,had a pool table in my 'living room',even.Well,the rec room was right next to the garage.Even my Mom doesnt know this....When I wanted to escape to go to an all night party,I said(Yawn),"Im goin to bed,see you guys in the mornin"!! Then downstairs to get dressed up,makeup,hair,hoochie outfit,then Id sneak into the garage,an shimmy out of the DOGDOOR,thats right,the dogdoor!!! an off to my party!!! To return sometime around 3 or 4a.m.to sleep It off!!!!! I was sooooooo bad....:hat . Carybelle

[batyler65]

We haven't played this game in awhile and we have several new posters in the peanut gallery.

Anybody up for sharing? Most of you have met my muse Bud.
He's a bit hedonistic (well, okay, a LOT) and loves thong underwear, beer, naked women, and pudding wrestling, although not necessarily in that order.

Among his talents:
Quoting from The Princess Bride, whenever we encounter a blockage in the creative process.

Reminding me that he would rather be doing anything besides sitting in front of a computer screen.

And sticking song lyrics in my head that REFUSE TO GO AWAY.

Sometimes, if I'm really lucky, he gets creative and does things like write WPR for me... Okay, maybe that's not so lucky.

So, what are your muses like?

Barb :ack

[maestrowork]

My muse is a tall, leggy, intrepid red-head woman who cracks whips at me.

[ChunkyC]

I just get flashes of Isaac Asimov, Arthur C. Clarke & Robert A. Heinlein sitting at a table like the American Idol judges, clucking their tongues and shaking their heads. That's when I know it's time to review what I just wrote.

[Lori Basiewicz]

My main characters tend to serve as my muse. Which can get all annoying when they gather around me, looking over my shoulder, telling me EXACTLY how to phrase something or trying to reword what I've written. And when they go off on tangents... Oi. Very annoying and quite the cacaphony, since there are four of them.

[acetachyon]

My muses call themselves The Peanut Gallery.

SEAN looks like me, but dressed as Indiana Jones. He likes action movies.

ANNE is a composite of my girlfriend, a female friend, Xena, and Willow (from BUFFY). She collects edged weapons.

Sean and Anne like to quote movies at me.

RALPH, an ex-SEAL, is head of security. He's a big guy in black trenchcoat, has a gravelly voice, and carries a bazooka (among other weaponry).

GUIDO is Ralph's brother, and also works security. He wears a pinstripe suit and carries a Tommy Gun. He likes singing showtunes, particularly from GUYS AND DOLLS.

HERMAN is a short, thin bald guy in a bathrobe and fuzzy bunny slippers who has a sock puppet on his left hand. The puppet's name is "Derf" and speaks like Beaker from the Muppet Show. Herman speaks only in song lyrics.

All four of provide running commentary while I write and almost always try to get me to stretch myself. Anne is picky about spelling, grammar, and getting details right. Sean is concerned about the overall impact, the big picture, the structure of the piece. Ralph works security detail, keeping out all negative energy. Herman and Derf sing songs. Guido also works security detail but sometimes joins in the singing.

[arrowqueen]

Mine is called Gladys. She has a mop and bucket, wears her hair in curlers under a hair-net and has a half-smoked fag, with half an inch of ash on it, dangling from the corner of her mouth.

She prods me awake every morning, allows me two cups of coffee, four ciggies and a wee read of the paper, before poking me until I start work.

If I try to skive off, she mutters dark imprecations like: 'If you don't work, you don't get paid.' Even when I am working, she leans over my shoulder going: 'And make it a bit funnier, this time, dear. I wasn't too keen on the last one.'

Unpoetic - but bloody efficient, our Gladys.

[Melina]

My muse is a 19-year-old, bipolar, goth girl named Chloe. She wears a black mesh long-sleeved shirt with ripped holes and cigarette burns in it, black low-riding jeans and Doc Martens. Her hair is jet black, cut in a chin-length bob, and always disheveled. Her nails are short and polished black, except for the parts she has chewed off. When she is up, she chatters endlessly about this idea and that, pestering me while I'm trying to sleep, "So, what if you write about this, and you could say that, and you can find out more about it and interview all these peopleand it'sgonnabebrilliantandIcan'twaittogetstartedwhata reyouwaitingforthisissototallycool..." When she's down, she draws the drapes and lies around in bed for days at a time, not eating, not showering--just smoking Marlboro menthols and snuffing them out in an empty Mountain Dew can on the nightstand. I prod her for something, anything, and all she can manage is an occasional whimper.

[luckky one]

Hey, I'm new, I might as well show off my muse:

His name is Ben. Black hair; ice blue eyes; pale sick skin. He's a British, homosexual, international "antiques dealer," attention whore, who likes telling his old war-stories, or finding something to whine about.

He's that song by Kris Kristofferson:
"He's a pusher and preacher,
A walking controdiction;
Mostly truth, and mostly fiction."

Sometimes he wears his "lucky" green army jacket, DK shirt, khakis and black sneakers. But most he is seen wearing a Catholic priest's tunic. He's not even religious. He claims that he "found it at a thrift store, mate." But he is a...is pathological idiot a condition?

He's a lot of fun though, a dryless well of inspiration. He's great. When he's around. Usually he's off, "seeing a man about a dog."

[Kida Adelyn]

This looks like a good excersize and I want to try it, so I'm reviving it.


My muse if a twelve year old girl named Bree. She came about when I read lord of the rings and started shouting at frodo what he should do. Then she demanded her own story. And she had to be a princess.

She's extreamly sardonic and is only nice once you get to know her. She spends all her time coming up with stories, dictating part of them, then abandoning them while I'm left stuck in the mud. When I finally convince her to give me more ideas on the story she goes of and invents another one, leaving the other one to fend for itself and the cycle starts again.

-Ally

[maestrowork]

I don't know if I replied to this thread already...

I honestly don't know what my muse looks or talks or acts like. I have NO idea. But I know I have a muse. I have to, otherwise I don't know where these occasional spurts of inspiration comes from.

[biotales]

My Muse hummmmmmmmm
I have never asked my muse what they look like.... not since reading their resume... it had something on it that said the they created the heavens in 6 days so they could rest on the 7th... at first I did not believe them... then it started to rain... it rained for 39 days before I gave in and hired them on... we have been friends ever since.
biotales

[BradyH1861]

Hope the Mrs. doesnt read this, but my muse is an old "friend" of mine. She is probably 23 or 24 years old now. I havent seen her for several years. But I like to think that she still inspires me to write. Obviously she was a special person to me. Anyway, that is my muse.

Brady H.

[CACTUSWENDY]

:Lecture: .....(OH..I ALWAYS WANTED TO USE THIS ICON....WOOOWOOO)

YOU WOULD THINK THAT ONE THAT STUDIED A MUSE.....WOULD BE PERFORMING THE CRAFT OF 'MUSEOLOGY'........SIGH.....NOT......MUSEOLOGY IS THE SCIENCE OR PROFESSION OF MUSEM ORGONIZATION AND MANAGEMENT.

SOOOOO..............WHAT WOULD ONE BE CALLED THAT DID STUDY THE MUSE PERSONALITIES......?...OR SCIENCE THERE IN?

(SO MUCH BRAIN POWER GOING TO WASTE HERE......)

MY MUSE....IT'S FUNNY....I NEVER REALIZED I WAS SUPPOSE TO HAVE ONE....
(ME NOT BEING OR HAVING A GREEK GODDESS OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT TO CALL ON....)
I WILL HAVE TO GIVE THIS LOTS OF THOUGHT...WHICH IN TURN WILL KEEP ME FROM DOING MORE WORK ON MY BOOK....(HEY...IT WORKS FOR ME.....)

I LOVE YOU GUYS......WENDY...............:D

[batyler65]

We haven't done this in awhile...


Who's your muse? Do tell.

[MidnightMuse]

Wow, lemme see . . .

My Muse is a complete head case. Sometimes a little smart-a$$ with a devilish grin and a wicked wink who can dart in, say something witty and dash out. Other times my Muse sits in a corner and watches people go by, studying them and contemplating society and culture in a sort of anthropological way. Other days you'll find my Muse leaning back, looking up at the night sky at all the stars, and ruminating on physics, philosophy and how those two disciplines have more in common than most people think.

But most days my Muse is just a head case with a seriously bent take on life who can spend an hour wondering why a brick can't float :D

[dale]

My muse takes random note of random things in passing, then nags me about possible juxtapositions late at night and early in the morning.

"Pssst!" it says. "Wake up."

"... lemmesleep," I mutter.

"No, no! You gotta write this one down! It's hilarious! Really!"

"frrrggggh..."

"If you don't wake up and jot it down, you'll forget it FOREVER!"

"mmmmfrt... okay..."

Then over breakfast, it perches on the edge of the table.

"Well? Huh? Didja like it? Huh? Didja like it?"

"I dunno yet... didn't get much sleep... what's this scribble?"

"Read it! 'What if Bozo the Clown carried a zip knife and could fly like Superman?' Great, right?"

"You woke me up at 3 AM for this?"

"Oh. You don't like it? Oh, well. My bad. Pass the cornflakes."

[Cat Scratch]

Mine is a total prankster. But she also nurturs and coaxes and comforts. At times, however, she's a complete brat. Mostly, though, she lovvvves to play tricks on me. I picture her a little link Tinkerbell, in fact. And she loves me because I'm her Pan.

[dclary]

My muse is a sex demon in leather. She always teases me, but never gives me satisfaction.

The b*tch.

I love her.

[Riddler]

My muse is orange, furry, and can lick his own back.

[SherryTex]

My muse is always posing the statement, If this is the best there is, then boy are we in trouble. Permanently dissatisified in some manner and armed with a baseball bat and oozing with natural prozac, this creature is preturnaturally thin, clever, sophisticated and has nothing to do with me most of the time.(She makes asides that I never make because I'm nice), She also lives on caffine and chocolate and loves sprinkling my prose with commas. She also reads more than I do and rubs it in.

[Liam Jackson]

I haven't heard from my drunken muse in ages. Last I knew, he was in Ohio, suffering delusions that he was the ghost of Hemingway. Another rumor had him in Nogales, Mexico, chasing hookers and swilling tequila in a bar called The Itty Bitty Kitty Club.

If you see him, remind the bastid he owes me $20.00.

[wyntermoon]

My muse is currently doing laundry. If she's not going to help me out with writing she'd better do something to earn her keep!

[SLake]

I'm probably confusing muse with characters, but they are the storytellers, and the strongest ones wake my wife at nights and complain to her when I'm not writing about them.

My wife's a clairvoyant, and she can't see a way around the problem, except to tell them to b*gger off. What irritates my wife the more is my interrogating her about the characters. :Shrug:

[BruceJ]

You mean your Muse isn't a person?

Gee, such a notion never occured to me before. I need to soak my thumb in Bailey's Irish Cream, find a corner to curl up in and ponder this awhile.

Personifying my Muse....hmmmmm

[WildScribe]

My muse is either noctournal or an insomniac. She likes to wake me just as I am falling asleep to share some bit of insight. I have woken up before with ink stains in the bed and a finished poem in my hand with no recollection of how this might have happened. She thinks this is quite funny.

[SLake]

You mean your Muse isn't a person?

Gee, such a notion never occured to me before. I need to soak my thumb in Bailey's Irish Cream, find a corner to curl up in and ponder this awhile.

Personifying my Muse....hmmmmm

I've heard of The classical Muses, and personal muses... But if it isn't obvious, I'm not really sure about personal muses, classical muses--the hierarchy. Education is a fine thing, I guess. Your hmmmmm pretty well summed up my understanding of the issue of muses, but I would also add "?".