If you are happy for your Muse to remain as a etheral source of inspiration and have no wish to imagine it any other way, then read no further. It may colour your reception of those precious gems of wisdom that gift us with unique vision.
I have no wish to alter that happy perception to the detriment of your writing, dear follower.
However, if the idea intrigues you, please join me for a moment’s musing…
Have you ever stopped for a moment to wonder what that little whispering figure, that interruptor of lucid conversation, that wonderful, pesky, charming, nonsensical creature that is your Muse actually looks like?
Is she as beautiful, calm and magical as a faerie? Does she gently whisper new ideas in your ear as you sleep? Does she, with a swish of her wings, cause inspiring images to materialise in your mind?
Is he quirky, flighty and determined?
Half-crazed, scatter-brained and a whirlwind of insanity?
Malevolent and sneaky?
On the other hand;
Perhaps she alternates between two extremes.
I have to confess that when I raised the question at the beginning of this post, I would emerge with a clearer idea of my own Muse, but the truth is that I am no closer to identifying him or her in my mind.
Perhaps it’s better that she (I’d like to think she’s female – call me sexist if you like, but I find the idea comforting) remains in the shadows, passing ideas to me from deep within the recesses of my mind.
Without form, she can easily shift identities without conforming to any fixed form that I might try to impose upon her.
She appears to go walkabout for weeks on end, perhaps gathering fresh ideas for me. Suddenly, she returns, jamming pairs of seemingly disparate ideas together, leaving me stunned and reeling.
But what about your Muse?
Does he or she have a particular form in your mind?
Does it help to visualise him or her when you are being inspired?
What sort of personality might you ascribe to your Muse and does she sit alongside you all the while, or wander off at will?
Mine has been on sabbattical for some time now, leaving me free to revise my (Twelfth) draft, but I will welcome her back once I begin on my sequel.
Assuming she returns to me…