Wednesday, November 7, 2007

Muse Search

Where do you go to find your muse?

9 comments:

Nancy P said...

She can't be found, dammit. But when she's ready she stalks me. Scary dude, my muse.

Rick, I love the Turkey City Lexicon you posted to below. Thanks for doing that for us.

Rick Bylina said...

You're welcome. My muse is hiding under the covers somewhere dealing with RLS, sheets and blankets askew, alarm clock turned off, shades drawn against the noontime sun, refusing to budge, tap me on the head and supply the shove necessary to inspire. So I go it alone. Tap, tap, tap against the silent computer keys that don't hint at the effort to anyone listening in the other room. Computers are faster, but deaf to progress.

Nancy P said...

silent computer keys that don't hint at the effort to anyone listening in the other room

lol, so sadly true. The good part is that they also don't give us away when we're playing computer games,although a perceptive (or suspicious) spouse could detect the difference.

Beth said...

My muse? Jimmy Buffett. Or at least his music. When he's playing in the background, I remember that there's more to life than gray skies and deadlines and bills and heartbreak. There's sunshine and tiki bars and margaritas out there somewhere, and I need to focus on the happy, good stuff. Only then do the words flow, because I'm centered in fun, rather than woe.

FARfetched said...

My muse, Olga, shows up when she pleases. Then she toys with me — sometimes flicking her bullwhip, more often bouncing paper wads off the inside of my skull, until I sit down and do her bidding.

Sometimes, if the story is there but isn't coming out to the keyboard, a certain amount of rum can be a mental Ex-Lax. The proper dose varies from person to person, but more than 3 shots risks serious impairment of keyboarding in my experience. Other distilled liquors may be substituted according to taste, of course.

Thanks for the Turkey City link, I'll stick that in my del.icio.us pile for later.

paul lamb said...

I generally find my muse about half way down a pitcher of iced tea. Once that caffeine hits, I can't type fast enough!

L.L. Bartlett said...

Mine sometimes takes l-o-n-g vacations, shows up unexpectantly, and then leaves again. She came back yesterday and I got a lot of work done. I hope she shows up again today.

Rick Bylina said...

Ohhhh, I hate those long vacations the muse takes. Maybe you can get some iced tea (though where you live it better be hot buttered rum) and entice the muse to reappear.

Ruth D~ said...

In the shower, groggy from just waking up, as the water washes over me, so do the words and ideas. Trouble is the paper shreds when I try to write them down.