Finding My MuseOctober 21, 2016 at 3:43 pm | Posted in Australia | 3 Comments
I have often wondered how people come to have a Muse, so I thought I would share a story I originally posted over six years ago. Enjoy.
“My Muse is a beautiful fairy queen named Titania,” a member of the group volunteers.
“Oh, mine’s a gorgeous hunk called Kurt,” chimes in another.
“I’ve heard Vera’s is a cricket who lives on her shoulder,” giggles a third. “She calls him Jiminy.”
“What’s your muse, Linda?” The leader of the writing group looks at me.
“Muse? Oh, I don’t have a muse. I just write or I don’t write. There’s no muse involved.”
“But everyone has a Muse. Even the ancient Greeks had Muses.”
“Well, of course they did.” I say. “That’s where the whole thing came from. The nine daughters of some god or other. I even know that Erata is the Muse of Poetry. It’s always in crossword puzzles.”
“Yes, but why don’t you have a muse?” asks the one with the hunk “I couldn’t write without mine.”
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