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I have no muse, he thought. It was panicking and depressing, though more depressing than panicking, because he didnít really depend on commercial writing for his daily bread. He left that up to his muscles and his back and his aching joints. The words were simply for his own pleasure, the place where he didnít slave in the sun all day, the place where he could be someone else.

Imagine youíve just lost your greatest love. Thatís the place he was in.

He sighed and leaned back in the old chair, thinking that he should probably get dressed, that getting out the towel and into some real clothes would make something click. He stood up and turned away from the computer, stood thinking for a moment, then ripped off the towel and threw it in a corner. He sat back down, waiting for the muse to respond to the shock of his nudity.

The muse was in too much shock to be muse-like. He sighed again and rested his forehead on the keyboard with a plaintive whimper, hoping his stance was similar enough to prostrated worship. The muse didnít find it as pleasing as he hoped, and stayed silent. He sat up, slightly angry but more frustrated. Emotions travel in pairs, for protection.

ďYeah, well, to hell with you,Ē he said. He stormed away from the computer, leaving the swivel chair spinning inches from the desk. The muse smiled and went back to filing her nails.

A picture says a thousand words, but words ain't nothing to scoff at.


The following comments are for "No muse is bad muse"
by cjfd

Shocking Nudity?
This, and Pen's comments really does make me really consider what I term as 'muse'. Maybe it's split personality syndrome but I for one find a total difference in what I consider to be my own writings and those that seem to flow from my pen with no effort on my part. Not that my own work requires effort, I just know there are differences and sometimes I have to stop my 'muse' from invading my own creativity!

Though at times my muse knows, like any good friend, to keep away as I am far to busy to come out and play. I could never shock my muse by being naked, come to think of it nor would this shock most of my family or friends. Nakedness of both the body and mind I feel goes with being
a poet!

In reality though, while a lot of people are reluctant to expose their body, I am sure their are millions more who are afraid of truly petrified of exposing their mind and letting people really get to know the real person inside.

Mind you if my muse was more interested in filing her nails than paying me attention when I had stripped for her, I think I would have had to go back to my wife for comfort!

Have Fun,


( Posted by: ivordavies [Member] On: August 27, 2005 )

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