My Muse

Treggiariposts, the writing process

I have a muse.

(Actually I don’t know if it’s really a muse or a figment of my superstitious fearful imagination which has created something exterior to be responsible for everything I write).

Whatever the reason may be, I have a muse.
And I sing to it sometimes. Here is the rhyme:

Thank you my muse
Thank you my muse
Please hang around with me If you choose
One must always be polite with muses because they are mercurial and may leave in a huff.

So far my muse has been very good to me and I am GRATEFUL!
This what he looks like.
Take this
and add this

and finally

(and sorry to the squeamish) this
and mix them all up together and you should end up with something monkey-like with eight limbs covered in silver fur which hangs out in the corner up by the ceiling and hurls nuts, fruit, ideas and sometimes crap at my head all the while chattering at full speed.

I don’t know what I would do without him.

Do you have a muse? What does he/she look like?

4 thoughts on “My Muse”

  1. Hmmn. My Muse is female, winged and generally stroppy. I have to mud-wrestle her into submission sometimes. She's a bit like the little girl with the little curl–when she's good, she's very very good–but when she's p***ed off..well, it's messy, that's all I'm saying!

  2. Lovely, Jo! Not sure I would want your Muse scuttle/swinging around my house, mind you. I think my muse is more of a hobgoblin. It doesn't like to be seen. It sits in dark corners and does its stuff when I'm not looking.

  3. Jeez, that looks more like some terrifying slave driver. OH! I get it……I could probably do with one of those kind of muses.
    I currently have two. Mouse is saying "sit down you lazy trollop and write me some cool stuff.With new trousers, cowboy trousers." The other is a girl called Beth who is constantly chewing her nails and asking what she should do next. It's wearing but, you know, someone's got to help them out.
    http://mrsbung.wordpress.com/

  4. Thanks for commenting all! Sounds like none of our muses are particularly pleasant but perhaps that's the way they get us to work?
    Seems to be working from what I can see.
    Carry on, Muses!
    Kathryn- listen to Mouse.

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