According to Dictionary.com v1.1
Muse / –noun
a. any of a number of sister goddesses, originally given
as Aoede (song), Melete (meditation), and Mneme (memory), but latterly and more commonly as the nine daughters of Zeus and
Mnemosyne who presided over various arts: Calliope (epic poetry), Clio (history), Erato (lyric poetry), Euterpe (music), Melpomene
(tragedy), Polyhymnia (religious music), Terpsichore (dance), Thalia (comedy), and Urania (astronomy); identified by the Romans
with the Camenae.
b. any goddess presiding over a particular art.
(sometimes lowercase) the goddess or power regarded as inspiring a poet, artist, thinker, or the like.
the genius or powers characteristic of a poet.
I am a new
author, struggling to find my voice in a world where there are many such as I with an urge to write and a dream to do it full
time. I like to think I’m a little different in that I am not naturally creative, I struggle to find inspiration - I
struggle to gain a good grip on my muse.
I know I need one. I need inspiration just as many writers do but where to
Being the logical, realistic, boring type of guy I am I thought I had better come to grips with this lack
of an inspirational spark and research what a muse was and how to entrap it for all time so I could stroke or squeeze it as
Then I came across the above definition on the Internet. How on earth could I trap a goddess to do my bidding,
did I even believe in the religious deities of the world (the olden day pantheon type or the more modern counterparts). Surely
not every creative person had their own deity hidden under their desk. Perhaps they shared. No-one had offered to share theirs
with me. I must be looking in the wrong place.
Perhaps my nearest and dearest could substitute as my muse(s). No they
just interrupt me when I’m trying to write, it is definitely not easier to pen (type) a masterpiece when they are around.
I love them more than life itself but couldn’t they just leave me alone as I bang on my keyboard?
A little budda
idol or something similar - that’s just silly. The small fast food toy my daughter gave me, now I’m getting desperate.
continue my research and find the depiction of a woman (the blue haired beauty above) and I have found my muse. She lives
inside me providing a voice of encouragement and of stark honest critique. She offers suggestions and finds that word I’m
trying to think of that sits on the tip of my tongue. She was always inside me just as the muse is always inside all of us.
Sometimes she just needs a physical object to provide a link to that creative spark, sometimes the muse must be given a name.
For me it had to be a she and I needed to see her. She has no name and I cannot define her voice but she speaks to me on a
level that no other can. It was her idea to write this note.