Matthew and I were discussing the nature of my muse, and we came to the conclusion that she is a skanky crack whore. In all likelihood, this is a new state for her. She was probably at one time all la-la-la gossamer skirts and Grecian sandals. But because of me calling upon her to perform at all hours and getting her hooked on various and sundry stimulants (caffeine and sugar) and depressants (clonazepam), she is now a twitchy, buzzing, withdrawal-hopped ho in torn fishnet stockings and streaky make-up. She refuses to put out unless I get her flying on caffeine or chocolate, and she becomes surly and uncooperative at the least provocation.
It has not been a good writing day. 700 new words, and that was only after most of a pot of coffee. I feel queasy and headachy now.
In better news, while surfing for inspiration (rotten muse) I stumbled across another review of Hitting the Skids in Pixeltown by Rich Horton at the Speculative Literature Foundation that singles me and some of my fellow antho authors out for praise:
“Hitting the Skids in Pixeltown is a collection of stories by winners of the Phobos contest for short fiction . . . Best was a story by the fine new writer David D. Levine, ‘Ukaliq and the Great Hunt’, American Indian legends transposed to a new world. Also worth noting were stories by Eugie Foster, Carl Frederick, and Paul Pence.”
Your muse is Delerium?
Endless Coincidences
OK, so I was at a 40K tournament in a comic book store today, and during an idle persual I discovered a copy of “Death: The High Cost of Living.” Whoo-hoo! So, I scoop it up and scamper over to the register. And, thus, I’m a proud new owner of my very own copy of “Death: The High Cost of Living.” And, having just read it for the first time since college, yup, Death is still the one fictional character I wish were real and single…. *sigh* Well, not that that would actually work, what with the whole immortal manifestation thing, but, you know, real in a loose sense… yeah….
Oh, um, yeah. Er, anyway, just saw the mention of Delirium and thought, “Wow, coincidence.” And, then came the rambling. 😉
So, muse is crackwhore. Check. I think mine just has a really perverse sense of humor. “Ah-ha, he;s gotta get that report done by tomorrow, or he’ll be fired. Think I’ll inspire him, right about… now!” Then there would perhaps be some evil laughter.
PJI
Re: Endless Coincidences
More coincidences: I decided my muse needed stoking on something other than empty calories and caffeine, so I went up to the library for some Neil Gaiman to read, prompted by the Delirium/Delight thoughts. The book my hand falls upon is The Dream Hunters, which is where the coincidence comes into play. I’ve been immersing myself in Eastern mythology, particularly the fox/badger/tanuki mythos, and voilà , a re-telling of a classic Japanese kitsune myth, with a badger thrown in to boot. Heh. And it actually knocked some ideas loose.