I haven’t really thought of my muse. Why? Maybe I was too practical before? Although admittedly I babble with myself every time I got some ideas in my head… hopefully that didn’t put me in the cuckoo category…
Anyway, the first time I seriously consider having my own muse is when Rebecca mentioned it in her post about Where Does Creativity Come From? It was interesting to me, knowing that I could actually blame the blockage on my creativity to my external genius. My muse. And then I never thought about it anymore, until Cat shares her muse.
So, I think I’ll create one right now. I want my muse to be a he. I mean, why muses usually female anyways? He’s a cool, calm, collected, fashionable looking gay guy who always knows what to say and when to say it. He has a million interesting ideas in his head that he sometimes –only sometimes– shares with me. Then I have to write it down into something legible and he will be standing in the corner, pouting, until I finished. Actually, I can see him pouting right now.
For now, I call him Apollo.
Come to think of it, he probably already existed since long ago… and I just couldn’t admit it.
How about you?
You already know about my muse.
Maybe she and yours could meet one day to exchange experiences 😉
Totally ;). Apollo, meet Mabel.
Hmmm interesting – I have a Muse since I was a kid, he’s kinda my imaginary friend as well. For some reason his name is Michael (though I don’t particularly like that name). He is quite and easy to disapprove my ideas. I hate him when he smirked without saying anything, but he made me edit a lot before sharing my writings with him 😛
I wish I had a muse friend too 🙂