My muses suck.
Okay, not really. In fact, I’m grateful for them and the ideas they give me. However, they have mouths the size of a hippo’s. All those ideas are well and good, but not when I’m drowning in a pile of them.
There are several novels I wish to work on right now, with three from this world and two from that and this other one that literally takes place up in the air. Then there’s the story that I had worked on during last month’s Camp NaNoWriMo that can be wonderfully blended in with another in-the-works idea I had gotten about a month before NPC came into play. Is there someone who can invent a machine that can transfer my ideas and words onto separate documents so I can write several novels at once?
The logical solution would be to figure out which novel I want to stick with first and write it. If ideas and snippets from the other stories pester me, I should jot down notes while doggedly continue to work on the novel I first picked. The problem right now is actually picking a novel to stick with.
I’m seriously just thinking of picking a title out of a hat. Or, hey, which title do you guys like best — White Mage, Blood Mage, or Colorless?
I’m blaming my muses for this one. I have so many writing projects that I’ve been getting epiphanies for lately that it’s crazy. In my brain, my muses have always been a couple of guys, a couple of original characters that I had dreamed up eons ago when my friend and I used to role-play together through AIM. Each of us had our own characters along with her playing her favorite movie characters and my characters being primarily from video games. Two of my favorite original characters stuck around all these years and they tend to pop some version of themselves into stories to help move them along, even if they aren’t needed in the long run.
Although those two muses live in my head, I do have another little guy that I like to call my muse:
His name is Toasty, and Rachel gave him to me last Christmas for the specific reason of being my muse (we were also a bit obsessed with the Hobbit franchise around that time). He’s wearing a little necklace-bracelet-anklet that a good friend of ours had given me, meaning “Make Your Own Luck.” It seemed fitting to give to Toasty as both he and the jewelry’s meaning seemed perfect for a pre-published writer like me (that, and I couldn’t for the life of me figure out how to untie the back in order to wear it myself). Toasty’s home is sitting atop of my laptop as I write. Sometimes he’s positioned to stare me down as I type out words; other times, his head is tilted as if he’s daydreaming and collecting more novel ideas for me to pursue.
So what are your muses like? Do you have anything physical to represent them? Or do you scoff at the idea of having a muse and taking all the idea credit for yourself? 😉