With CP Bialois’ post about his muse and the resulting conversation, I thought this would be a perfect opportunity to bring a variation of an old post out. See, my first book was actually told from the point of view of a muse. It followed one named Clarissa through the ages as she dealt with a nervous musician, a budding politician, and others.
It was an interesting project that made me ponder a lot of questions. Who is my muse? What does my muse think about those times when I get frustrated and accuse them of abandonment? Does a muse approve of the trend of remakes and our human tendency to be afraid of failure?
After writing it, I officially adopted Clarissa, the muse in question, as my personal muse. I try to give her as much attention and stimulation as possible. I take walks, listen to music, and consume lots of organic energy smoothies with chocolate in them to make my deadlines. I try to make a conscious effort to listen when she speaks and spend some time at the computer.
So, I am curious: who is your muse? Have you given them a name? What do you do to make sure you’re both on the same page as often as possible? I’d love to hear what you all think.