Marty’s Muse
Something to think about . . .
February 8, 2010
Hmmm. . . Ever have one of those times when nothing creative materializes? Words should be buzzing, jumping out of your imagination and onto the paper. But they’re not.
My companion Muse is on vacation—again. Visiting her family, somewhere in Greece I guess. She left a message on my voice-mail: “You’re on your own.” Gee. Thanks. Not even a postcard.
I would never admit it to her, but I feel at a bit of a loss when she’s not around. I mean, she’s intelligent, and not bad looking either, in an ethereal, wispy sort of way. Not that she’s flighty; although, she does zip in and out rather unexpectedly sometimes. She’s really quite bright; if she just wouldn’t keep piping in my ear about things like sentence structure and subject-verb agreement and split infinitives—whatever the heck that is. And commas. Who worries about commas? They’re no big deal. You just stick ‘em in wherever it feels right. Right?
She always rolls her eyes at me when I say something like that. The way she goes on, you’d think the whole paragraph was going to Hades in an ink pot without commas. She’s always saying things like, “The improper division of material into sentences destroys unity of thought,” and “Because a series of short, simple sentences is totally lacking in subordination, the relation of one thought to another is not adequately expressed.” Where does she get this stuff?
Still, despite her tendency to harp on certain topics, I do like her company. Seems like the words flow a little more easily when she’s at my elbow. Dang it, writing is just more fun when she’s around. Hope she gets back soon.
Happy writing!
Marty “No-Muse-is-bad-Muse” Gorsching
