To all the writers here:
Do you have a muse? Tell me about them. What inspiration have they given you? What influence have they made on your work?
pic is of no relevance
none except she got me started writing a shitty scifi novel for nanowrimo.
everytime she starts talking i have to close the tab but i still feel kinda good afterwards...
she lived in a parallel life to mine; by the time we met it was too late for us to fall in love and I was all wrong, made all the mistakes, did everything wrong
I think about her in the fall, she seems to wax in that season
I never even held her hand
My muse is a desire to fuck every single girl
I just went to get coffee and there was an unbelievably cute girl with freckles and it literally pained me that I can't fuck her
I may not fuck her, but some day I will fuck her daughter, so help me God
I should have used more punctuation.
The way it stands, it looks like I'm a gay kid in some major metropolitan area who wears really baggy long sleeve sweaters, has red hair and is ambiguously bisexual.
That's not the case, however.
She had blonde hair, and blue eyes. She was an aspiring artist. She had a scar on her face from an accident in her childhood.
Her golden hair was woven into two long braids that went over her shoulders and down her back.
Mainly I was the victim of my own dreams: she seemed to represent, for me, an image of America that had been almost totally forgotten. The epitome and the final evolution of all the dreams of all Europeans for the last thousand years.
Nobody can subsist on dreams; nobody can become somebody else's dream.
I'm sure, in time, I'll even forget her name.
>Nobody can subsist on dreams
not to derail but I've been noticing a complete lack of hunger in the morning after lucid dreaming, I'm going to try going without food and dreaming frequently to see if reality is a sham and will report back soon
I've got a girlfriend. I kept my attempts at writing a secret from her because she has a big mouth. She found my folder, read all my stuff and then told her whole side of the family that I write fiction and told them everything you could imagine someone who wants to impress others might say about themselves except it was all about me.
Anyway that fucking bothered me. More bothering, all she asks for now are stories dedicated to and about her. For the sake of exercise I've already tried to do that awhile ago and now I tried again since she's been asking. She does not inspire me in the slightest even though I love her... So no I don't have a muse.
Spent years as a divorced drunk idiot who was fucking everything in sight. Met a girl by accident who somehow got me to stop drinking and be in a normal healthy relationship. She also encouraged me to start writing again after she found my first novella under a pile of clothes. After fives years of no writing I have been writing again for two years all because one woman was interesting enough for me to stay with and she didn't give up on me.