Use, lose, choose and abuse your muse.
Do you? Any of the above, I mean.
It’s taken me a long time, years really, to acknowledge this muse thing. I don’t have one, I’d think. Ideas simply come to me. I think them up. That’s it, that’s all.
Do you? Have one, I mean.
Some people talk to them, deem them male or female, name them, feed them crumpets and tea. I’ve always felt a little left out. All this fancy literary speak and writer talk; way over my head, I’d think.
And then I looked up muse.
Muse
/myooz/
Verb
To be absorbed in thought
An instance or period of reflection
Meditate – ponder – contemplate – ruminate – think
Muse
/myooz/
Noun
A circumstance, person, place or thing, which poses an effect, positive or negative, and as such, leads to a creative work
It seems I haven’t been left out at all.
Have you? Paid attention, I mean.
Great post. I used to wonder about that word as well until I began writing full time. Then I understood that my muse comes in many shapes and colors, but the one that works best is the one inside of me, holding a gun to my pen.
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Thanks, PC! Yes, it’s a strange concept and…why the heck do we need a gunmen to force us to do something we love? Oh so common though. Sigh.
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I frequently muse about my muselessness.
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Funny that. Me too!
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Not funny at all. I am unamused.
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Again, me too! ;P
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Museless here, need the gun pointing at me, too. Such is life.
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I wonder why it is, Marilyn, that we need such drastic measures to make us sit down and do something we love and are passionate about? Why does it come last?!
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For me, I think it is blatant fear of failure. Even with praise for my first book, I live in fear that Book #2 won’t be good. Silly, but real.
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In college, a girl named Allison was my muse. Her job was mainly to admire my work and look innocently beautiful.
Now, singer-songwriter John Prine is my muse. Listening to his music lightens me up as well as enlightens me about God’s world and our place in it. His story telling inspires mine.
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Sounds like you’ve been a lucky man, Tony. 🙂
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Love the pic! My muse died. (RIP) 😉
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Oh, I don’t think so, girlfriend!!
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My muse comes in many forms (at the moment it is a house) lol 😉
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Me too, Dianne. And, lucky you…your ‘house tales’ are awesome!
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I offered Vyecrumpets and tea. She raised one eyebrow and pointed at the blinking cursor on my computer screen.
Slave-driver.
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And now she’s laughing at me because I forgot the space after her name…
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