Where the Muse goes, words follow.
One day Melete decided she needed more practice inspiring her writer, so she went exploring in search of ideas. She wandered into a truck stop on Broadway around midnight and found a small bit of inspiration in the back corner of the attached diner.
"There are so many writers here! Some working by hand, others by laptop. The sound of that fryer alarm is kinda annoying. And what's this? Pirates! Help, help! We're being invaded by Pirates! Huh? Oh. Well maybe if they stay in their corner. Who's Sharon and why does that burly pirate want her so badly?"
All this and more Melete thought as she explored that corner into the wee hours of the morning. Finally, the pirates' increasingly loud and boistrous conversations sent her scampering out the door in search of a quieter place.
Later that day she discovered a new coffee shop and being hungry, stopped in for lunch. The entrance was a tight fit, but like a gourd, it opened out beautifully into a room filled with empty tables and comfy velvet chairs. There were only a few people writing when Melete arrived, but as the afternoon wore on, the room filled up.
"How exciting! Look at all these Muses! Mmm, this tea is heavenly. Ooo, her soup smells wonderful! All these great things for inspiration. Grae has to come here more often. And look, if I sit right here, just so, on this chair I can see the entire cafe and look out the windows too! The music's not too loud, but it is kinda old. Hmm, the writers seem to be having issues with a few of the outlets. Everyone is so happy and cheerful here. What a great, warm place to write cozies. And look! New Muses being discovered too!"
Melete stayed watching the people for several hours and then slipped out once they left. She took a Dagoba chocolate with her to entice her writer into coming back.
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Melet's writer, Jayce_Grae, encourages other writers to share their Muses' adverntures here. PIctures are welcome (under 500 pixels please), as are links to Muse inspired blogs. Melete adds, "My writer needs all the help she can get!"
{{Bonus kudos if you can work the decription of your muse into the narrative/blog/etc.}}
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Dana
"This is a lot more fun when they're not shooting back!"
Spokane, WA - Municipal Liaison
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nov. 5, 2009 - 21 20
Um, well I don't know how I'm going to top that, but here goes...
Addy and his girlfriend Abby have been tagging along with me since the Kick Off party. They like the front pocket of my purse.
Being a guy, Addy also likes to think he's a better driver than I am.
He is a welcome distraction when it comes to listening to horribly boring medical lectures. See? He just keeps right one smiling!
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42,100 / 50,000
nov. 5, 2009 - 21 20
Melete poked her nose out of the brown leather laptop bag she had crawled into and marveled at the site. So this is what all that lurching about was for. She was parked next to a round table which was itself pretty close to another two round tables. There were two new people typing away along with some other she recognized from previous locations. A quick peek at one of the laptop screens showed a Wrimo in the Chat Room was at the same Bakery, but around the corner! She came to join the group amidst much laughter.
"This bakery is nice, being up the stairs is almost like sitting on a dias where the common, non writers look up to you. Getting across the busy street was not fun though. Maybe if we park in the back next time? It's time to go already? Guess they close early."
Melete scampered quickly back into the brown bag. It was a safe, warm place to be and she was discovering it took her to interesting places. She wondered where they were headed next.
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Melete woke up with a yawn. From the noises and lack of movement she surmised that the Brown Leather Bag of Marvelous Places was still on the floor in the kitchen where her Writer put it after they came home last night. There were odd little chirps, bee boop!, every few seconds. She wasn't sure what was making chirps so Melete hopped out of the bag to figure it out.
"Hm. Is that my Writer typing away? Oh, look! The Chat Room looks like a rainbow tonight! All those people practicing. It's getting kind of late though. Is that the dryer I hear rumbling in the back room? I thought laundry was forbidden during November."
Melete watched the kaleidoscope of colors in the Chat Room for about thirty minutes. They were mesmerizing and she found herself yawning. A little wiggle here, a nudge there. Melete curled into a comfy circle underneath the blanket and fell asleep.
----------Dana
"This is a lot more fun when they're not shooting back!"
Spokane, WA - Municipal Liaison
36,649 / 50,000
nov. 7, 2009 - 14 56
“An egg?”
“Well, it’s an ‘Artificial Parenting Device’ according to our Home Ec teacher, but yeah, it’s an egg.”
Lila looked down at the white oval in Amy’s palm. It did look kind of cute with the off-kilter Sharpie smile and too-close-together eyes. Maybe thinking about somebody other than herself for a few days would do her some good.
“Well, what are you going to name the little bugger?”
Amy balked. “What? I don’t have to name it. All I have to do to pass is not crack the stupid thing open and scramble it up for breakfast.”
“That’s not very motherly.”
She snorted. “In this family? I think I’d probably be awarded Mother of the Year.”
Lila leaned down and got face-to shell with the little egg. She grinned at her little sister.
“He’s got your eyes.”
Amy huffed as she grabbed her backpack and tromped out of the room.
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“Addy.”
Lila looked up from her second steaming brew of the morning to see Amy holding her egg aloft triumphantly. She quirked an eyebrow at her sister.
“Addy. The egg. His name is Addy.”
Lila knew better than to question her sister’s sudden shift from devaluation to idealization. It was as common a sight in her household as the mailman in the morning or the dusty cupboards at the end of the month.
“Does Addy need somewhere to sleep? I was about to throw out this egg carton but you could cut it up if you-“
“No, it’s fine.” Amy’s voice was clipped as she grabbed an orange and peeled it with her fingernails. “I figured something out.”
Lila watched as her sister dragged the orange peels off and plopped them onto the kitchen table. The kitchen table that had, until a minute ago, been clean. Pristine, even. She swallowed a comment and brushed the debris into her palm with her fingers.
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