Does Your Muse Have A Name
A question came up the other day – who is your muse? That’s when it clicked.
No wonder I can’t get rid of my annoying character, Derrick. This goof has been tripping inside my head for 20 years now. He never really goes away, takes mini vacations and keeps coming back. I do want him gone…I think.
Then it clicked. Derrick has been one of my muses. He wants his story told. He demands his story. I haven’t known how. I might know how, now…maybe.
I have a quieter muse. He prefers sending engraved invitations reminding me of his story. He is quite dignified. His archenemy lurks in the shadows, throwing rocks to get my attention. At times, he, too, is my muse.
I must admit there are my split personalities. The ladies who stumble into adventures I only dream about. Each a different part of who I am or wish I was, but all some part of the deeper me. Now, that wasn’t too hard to admit.
I even have writing spirits. They float around my thoughts, waiting. They tug a little, pull a little, and never ever leave.
Wait, something new summons me.