My Muse

So I've been to a couple of blogs that have spoken of Muses or lack thereof...

Everyone has a Muse, some people just choose to ignore us.

I'm sure you're right.

Of course I'm right. Hello?

If I could get back to my point,

I'm sure you mean MY point, I am your Muse . . .

Yes, you are, but you don't get to write everything. I am capable of writing without you.

Uh, no you're not.

Uh, yes I am. It's just not as easy. You see, despite what she thinks, I am capable of writing without my Muse. The ideas and the scenes just come that much faster with her around to help out. When my Muse is present I can see the scene playing out in my head like a movie. I get sound, color, a clear picture. It's like watching an action movie in high definition. I can see all the details. When she's not around, for instance say, she got all butt hurt and deserted me for an island vacation with a couple of hot angels on sabbatical . . .

They weren't angels exactly...

Whatever. Anyway, when she's not around, the movie isn't as clear. The edges are fuzzy, and it's all black and white. Sometimes there's sound, but most of the time there isn't so I'm stuck trying to read their lips or even worse, their minds.

So my Muse takes a lot of abuse and a lot of the blame, but she also gets all the credit when it's really really good.

See, I told you that you can't write without me.

*sigh* Okay, I give. You're right.

Silver posted a link over in the comment section at The Prarie Chicks to a website where you can create your own superhero. I created my Muse instead and here she is for the world to see.

Okay, first of all I wouldn't be caught dead wearing that, but that whip thingy is cool, where can I get one of those?