Musing

Sep. 9th, 2006 07:27 pm
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My muse isn't talking to me --

"No," my muse says.

Or maybe he is. "What?"

"No." His tail lashes, serpentine neck arched so that his head looms over me as he glowers in my direction. "I'm not taking the rap for this one. You want ideas, I have given you ideas. Brand new story ideas in different settings. Continuations of old ones. Inspiration for Game of October. Pictures, for cryin' out loud. Your head is overflowing with ideas. If you want to play Puzzle Pirates or angst over how hard editing is, fine, don't let me stop you. But don't you blame me because you're not doing much writing. It's not for lack of trying on my part."

"I wasn't going to blame you," I say meekly. He looks skeptical. "Honest. I was only going to say that this is nothing unusual, since you don't usually talk to me. As such. You more watch what I'm doing and act inspirational."

My muse wrinkles his lip at me, then lays his head against the arm of the chair. I stroke his mane, but he doesn't add anything else.

I guess that was all he had to say.

Date: 2006-09-10 03:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] octantis.livejournal.com
It's that elusive pixie that carries our energy in a bottle and doles out only enough to tease us that we've got to get our hands on.

Date: 2006-09-10 03:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] caffeinewabbit.livejournal.com
My muse just sits on my shoulder, smoking a huge cigar. When I glance over at her, she flips me the bird. Where did I go wrong?

Date: 2006-09-10 06:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ladyperegrine.livejournal.com
I love this. :-)

Date: 2006-10-03 08:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] krud42.livejournal.com
Be sure to tell your Muse that he needs to come up with more than just ideas if he doesn't want to wind up on the street, holding a sign that says "Will Inspire For Food". 'Cause he's only upholding part of the bargain. Your Muse is supposed to guide you, as well as inspire. He can't just toss the phrase "undead lovers in space" and then rest on his laurels like he's done his duty.

(Sheesh, some inner voices, I swear...)

[btw, did I ever tell you about the game I was going to make about my muse? I abandoned it, due to uncomfortable levels of meta-gaming/self-referentialism.]

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