A-muse-ing
Aug. 16th, 2006 11:44 amI used to think that muses belonged to other people.
Indeed I did.
Of course, I often wondered where they got them from or how they knew they actually had a muse and not a figment of their imagination, but I still thought it wasn’t for me. I knew where my ideas came from and it was called ‘my imagination’. Or ‘real life’. Or ‘silly things school kids say on the train’.
Sometimes (I’m happy to admit this), I was jealous. Why did these people have muses when I was left to rely on my imagination and eavesdropping skills? Why did some people have six muses when I had none? It didn’t seem fair.
Of course, these short trips into self-pitying muse-envy were few and far between. The rest of the time, I just got down to some serious procrastinating, with a bit of writing thrown in there to keep up appearances.
And then...
Monday night. Oh, Monday night. I was just lying in bed, musing (oh, the wit!) over a story I’d had in mind for a while, when someone slipped the opening line into my head. Unasked, unrequested, unexplained; it was just there. More than that, there was a certain feel about it, especially the way in which it had been delivered. It was as though someone had snuck in with exaggerated care and dropped off a note before running out of the room and laughing... shortly before being distracted by a rather nicely turned hat-stand.
It was Jane.
Jane, who wakes me up in the middle of the night and takes advantage of every weakness I have. Jane, who forces me to stumble around in the darkness to my study before she’ll shut up. Jane, who only ever gives up if I fall asleep out of frustration in the middle of her speeches.
Jane, a character I created, has decided she has a mind of her own and – moreover – that she’s going to be my muse.
I really don’t know how to feel about it all, to be honest. Of late, I’ve noticed that my characters seem to be very pushy and opinionated. I’ve been spending the last few weeks wondering what the characters from my yet-to-be-written fey story are up to. I knew they were in my head somewhere, but where? Then I found one of them sitting around looking soulful and hoping people would notice him. It’s ridiculously out of character for him and I suspect he’s doing it just to get my attention.
And then Jane does this.
Sometimes, I wonder who’s actually in charge of my imagination.
Indeed I did.
Of course, I often wondered where they got them from or how they knew they actually had a muse and not a figment of their imagination, but I still thought it wasn’t for me. I knew where my ideas came from and it was called ‘my imagination’. Or ‘real life’. Or ‘silly things school kids say on the train’.
Sometimes (I’m happy to admit this), I was jealous. Why did these people have muses when I was left to rely on my imagination and eavesdropping skills? Why did some people have six muses when I had none? It didn’t seem fair.
Of course, these short trips into self-pitying muse-envy were few and far between. The rest of the time, I just got down to some serious procrastinating, with a bit of writing thrown in there to keep up appearances.
And then...
Monday night. Oh, Monday night. I was just lying in bed, musing (oh, the wit!) over a story I’d had in mind for a while, when someone slipped the opening line into my head. Unasked, unrequested, unexplained; it was just there. More than that, there was a certain feel about it, especially the way in which it had been delivered. It was as though someone had snuck in with exaggerated care and dropped off a note before running out of the room and laughing... shortly before being distracted by a rather nicely turned hat-stand.
It was Jane.
Jane, who wakes me up in the middle of the night and takes advantage of every weakness I have. Jane, who forces me to stumble around in the darkness to my study before she’ll shut up. Jane, who only ever gives up if I fall asleep out of frustration in the middle of her speeches.
Jane, a character I created, has decided she has a mind of her own and – moreover – that she’s going to be my muse.
I really don’t know how to feel about it all, to be honest. Of late, I’ve noticed that my characters seem to be very pushy and opinionated. I’ve been spending the last few weeks wondering what the characters from my yet-to-be-written fey story are up to. I knew they were in my head somewhere, but where? Then I found one of them sitting around looking soulful and hoping people would notice him. It’s ridiculously out of character for him and I suspect he’s doing it just to get my attention.
And then Jane does this.
Sometimes, I wonder who’s actually in charge of my imagination.
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on 2006-08-16 01:54 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-08-16 02:00 am (UTC)Now, Jane, you wicked girl, write a letter to Lizzie so that she'll quit pining. And poking me. Any moment now, Lizzie and Cassandra will enter the never-ending-slapfight stage, and I don't think I can take it right now.
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on 2006-08-16 03:18 am (UTC)Perhaps you have been hiding my muse in that voluminous imagination of yours?
*peers into Bunne's mind*
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on 2006-08-16 04:35 am (UTC)I don't have a muse. I have the Plot Fairies. They live in my shower, and somewhere in my bedroom (I think either my top drawer, or behind the stereo). They also tend to stalk me on the bus. Anyway, they like the damp. And they, every now and again, they deliver fully-formed ideas into my mind.
I suppose you could say the Plot Fairies are my muse.
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on 2006-08-16 04:40 am (UTC)I have the exact same problem! Sometimes characters of your own creation just pop out and whap you with something, whether you like it or not. Especially when they go off on insane tangents that you never intended...
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on 2006-08-16 05:54 am (UTC)You know what, after talking to someone today whose imagination was limited to business and marketing, and other more analytical areas, i was quite happy about my midnight visitors, even if they do make me fall asleep in lecturers (even the interesting ones)
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on 2006-08-16 06:35 am (UTC)One character in particular has taken it upon himself to edit my work and comment on my third person narrative. He's driving me crazy. Opinionated little shit. Insists he's not being a whiny little diva though we both know that's not true. >.
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on 2006-08-16 06:40 am (UTC)Certainly not you, my dear! *grins* Oh, they'll let you think they're in charge, and then happily remind you it's not so. Pesky little critters aren't they? (Trifmara: Oy! You! I am NOT a critter, I'm just short. *sticks out tongue*) Can't say I'd have it any other way, though.
Every time you mention this Jane, I get more and more intrigued. The moment I actually have some free time, I think I will have to read the Jane of Letters story.
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on 2006-08-16 07:30 am (UTC)Yeah I have one who took over the whole damn story!
He was meant to be peripheral the bastard, and now he's demanding a novel to himself. Selfish little brat! Honestly!
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on 2006-08-16 07:37 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-08-16 09:34 am (UTC)I have no idea what's lurking in my imagination, so just be careful in there. :)
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on 2006-08-16 09:35 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-08-16 09:37 am (UTC)Er, what I mean is: 'tis on its way!
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on 2006-08-16 09:39 am (UTC)Are you sure I'm not in charge of my imagination?
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on 2006-08-16 09:40 am (UTC)Ah well. At least I know now.
Are you still on this Bunlikins thing?
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on 2006-08-16 09:42 am (UTC)"Pesky little critters" certainly sounds right.
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on 2006-08-16 09:43 am (UTC)Oh yeah - the muse thing.
Characters are nothing but trouble.
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on 2006-08-16 09:43 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-08-16 09:45 am (UTC)slavewriter would never sit down and put their adventures on paper.no subject
on 2006-08-16 09:58 am (UTC)Also, characters who have dark sides and want to switch fandoms to explore said dark side on other more willing characters. This is very frustrating and should be discouraged. Especially when characters from the original fandom turn up in the other fandom as well and things get... angsty. And complicated. *shakes head* Interfandom relationships. Why can't they stay in their own fandom?
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on 2006-08-16 10:00 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-08-16 10:40 am (UTC)*looks shocked*
You're probably right about that necessary pushiness. I can be very lazy when I want. Which is most of the time, I'm afraid.
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on 2006-08-16 10:41 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-08-16 04:41 pm (UTC)I still look forward to Jane's letter and envy you your writing time. It also occurs to me that, if I cultivated the necessary discipline, I could also have more writing time. That bears thought.
*returns to reading Jane Austen*
Oh! If you haven't already, please please please go and read Chapter 1, Part 1 of Cassandra's Codex and tell me what you think!
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on 2006-08-16 04:42 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2006-08-16 06:08 pm (UTC)