Muse: a person or personified force who is the source of inspiration for a creative artist.
My thoughts are stagnant. My imagination, stilted. And, I’m quickly falling into the dreaded state of literary malaise. I wonder if I was ever good at the craft of writing, and I’m starting to lose hope that I’ll once again be inspired enough to pick up my quill and write again.
What’s causing the awful state I find myself in, you ask?
I blame that darn muse of mine. I’m pretty sure she ditched me and is now sitting beside some other writer, tickling his or her ear with stellar prose and intricate plot lines. I strongly suspect that, like a wayward, no-good, cheating spouse, she divides her loyalties and affections on a whim.
Of course, it could be that I’ve simply worn my poor muse to a frazzle. Squeezed her too hard for ideas. Asked too much of her. Maybe she needed a sabbatical to refresh herself.
Could be that she’s vacationing on some remote island paradise, sipping margaritas on the sand. Or snorkeling in azure water, enjoying a little time off.
But I’m in too much of a snit to be forgiving, and either way, I’m not sure I want her back.
I know what I’ll do. I’ll just get another one. From Amazon. They sell muses, don’t they? On Prime? If I have to pay for shipping, I’ll have to choose an extremely lean model. Naked, too, to save even further on shipping costs. I’ll feed and clothe her upon delivery. And then…
No!
I must stop this awful behavior!
This silly rant.
What I really want.
What I really, really, really want, is for my muse to come home. We have a cavernous vault of happy memories and an untapped sea of ideas we’ve yet to dive into. Together.
Dear Muse,
I miss you. Please come home and play with me again.
Your faithful friend,
Irene
Irene Onorato 