Posted by : Sherri Cornelius Thursday, February 3, 2011

Some think of the muse as a pet who will come if you train it with treats, while others see it as a lover you must coax with candlelight and soft words. I have a friend (though I can’t for the life of me remember which) who calls the muse “that elusive little bitch.” Mine is the Great Seventeen-Toed Hairy Prairie Hidebehind from a book I read in 2nd grade.

But in all seriousness, I see the muse as the connection we all have to a collective well of creativity. How do you define your muse?


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  1. My Muse is a tour guide who speaks only the language of her native land. It's a very strange place and I constantly need explanations and understanding of things which she obviously takes for granted, and I don't want to stick to just the main highways (where all the signs carry English translations). So, at my request, she's always jabbering and gesticulating and pointing out the bus window.

    Extra frustrating: her native language is almost but not quite English. I have a lot of "oh, so THAT'S what she meant!" moments, after hours or days of trying, worriedly, to figure it out.

    She seems nice, though. :)

  2. They are sweet, that's why you can't get mad at 'em. :)

  3. NOW it loads! Sheesh! Hope you got my message on FB. :)

    Heh, I can't even remember what I was going to say now. I only know I don't have a muse. No wells or connections for me!


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