{"id":7388,"date":"2012-06-07T13:22:06","date_gmt":"2012-06-07T18:22:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.onelowerlight.com\/writing\/?p=7388"},"modified":"2012-06-07T13:40:06","modified_gmt":"2012-06-07T18:40:06","slug":"my-muse","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.onelowerlight.com\/writing\/my-muse\/","title":{"rendered":"My Muse"},"content":{"rendered":"

A long time ago, I did a whimsical post about my muse and what she is like<\/a>. \u00a0Imagine my surprise when I found a picture of her on Deviant Art!<\/p>\n

I had a lot of fun with that post, so I thought I’d revisit it. \u00a0Enjoy!<\/p>\n

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\nYoung Universe<\/a> by *DestinyBlue<\/a> on deviantART<\/a><\/center>My muse is about fifteen years younger than me and three thousand years older. She listens to my philosophical dabblings like a younger sister, but is a lot closer to the pulse and rhythm of this world than I have ever been.<\/p>\n

She has a soft spot for Homer and the old Greek epics (I suppose that\u2019s right around the time when she got her start at being a muse), but she\u2019s been deeply in love with space adventures since the days of Wells, Burroughs, and Heinlein. Her love of the stars must have started back in the days of the Greeks and Romans, because that’s the only thing that\u2019s ever on her mind. She\u2019s definitely a night owl and I think she spends her nights stargazing while I\u2019m asleep.<\/p>\n

In contrast to my blunt, forward, and sometimes overly-aggressive manner, she doesn\u2019t really speak to me unless she knows that I\u2019m listening. She doesn\u2019t slap me upside the head to get me working, and she usually doesn\u2019t come to me until I\u2019ve been slaving away for a good long while. If I choose not to listen to her, she shrugs and walks away without an argument.<\/p>\n

As much as I love to toy with ideas, she likes to touch, taste, see, and smell things directly with her own senses. She\u2019s the kind of person who would take off her shoes to walk barefoot in the grass, even if it makes her late to where she\u2019s going. She\u2019s easily distracted and she never really lets me know where she\u2019s going until we get there. However, if I listen and humbly follow her, she always leads me someplace worthwhile.<\/p>\n

My muse is very mischievous. Her favorite thing is to give me random flashes of inspiration when I’m in the middle of something else. I can\u2019t tell you how many crazy ideas I\u2019ve had while driving on the highway, or taking a class, or working a mind-numbing job. She teases me, too–if I don\u2019t write everything down in the moment of inspiration, she won\u2019t tell me again until I fall on my knees and beg her.<\/p>\n

My muse looks young and innocent, but don\u2019t be deceived. She\u2019s a wanderer who isn\u2019t likely to settle down anytime soon. Blood, violence, battle, and death excite her. She gleefully urges me to torture and confuse my characters as much as I can. Still, deep down, I think she wants the good to win out in the end, and the evil to be revealed for what it really is.<\/p>\n

I have no idea why she chose me out of all the writers out there, but she\u2019s been with me long as I can remember. Whatever I do and wherever I go, I know she\u2019ll always be there.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

A long time ago, I did a whimsical post about my muse and what she is like. \u00a0Imagine my surprise when I found a picture of her on Deviant Art! I had a lot of fun with that post, so I thought I’d revisit it. \u00a0Enjoy! Young Universe by *DestinyBlue on deviantARTMy muse is about… Continue reading My Muse<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[1],"tags":[345,259,599,232],"class_list":["post-7388","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-artwork","tag-just-for-fun","tag-thoughts-reflections","tag-why-we-write","entry"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7iXK-1Va","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.onelowerlight.com\/writing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7388","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.onelowerlight.com\/writing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.onelowerlight.com\/writing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.onelowerlight.com\/writing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.onelowerlight.com\/writing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=7388"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"https:\/\/www.onelowerlight.com\/writing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7388\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7396,"href":"https:\/\/www.onelowerlight.com\/writing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7388\/revisions\/7396"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.onelowerlight.com\/writing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7388"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.onelowerlight.com\/writing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7388"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.onelowerlight.com\/writing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7388"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}