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Whose Muse?
My muse used to look a lot like that Good Fairy in the film Scrooged. She used to flit around behind me, wearing those flimsy fairy dresses, waving a wand shaped like a shovel, whispering strange words in my ears, watching me as I typed or scribbled or drew, occasionally whacking me on the back of my head with the wand, giggling when I got something right, deafening, frightening silence otherwise. She went away around March of this year. She didn't say why. I miss her a great deal. Her replacement muse is very different. She has long, black hair, a darker aspect, a sort of Cruella De Ville about her. She wears really tight black jeans with torn knees, a Skinny Puppy t-shirt and her wand is a butterfly knife. This one is more distracting - I spend a lot of time wondering what she tastes like - and she's less encouraging, so I have to make more decisions as to what is right, and I make many mistakes. She keeps asking me to write vampire stories - every person and their associated mothers-in-law are doing that. Can't do what everyone else is doing; it ain't cool. I get the impression my new muse is someone else's muse who has been asked to step in and keep an eye on this geek while his real muse is out doing something more interesting. I get really depressed when I start wondering if the Good Fairy was my muse in the first place ... What if she was someone else's muse, out for a good time, and she got tired of waiting for me to get my act together? Oh god. |
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