Oh, hai! I'm in the market for a muse. Can you help me? I have compiled a list of muses that simply will not do; please do not repeat the list in your suggestions.
I don't smoke, so I can't call up the genie in a pipe. I prefer not to drink to any point of excess, so that's right out. I'm not interested in passe form of chemical substance to alter my thinking, unless it's chocolate, which might also kill me.
Perhaps the spirit of some long-dead saint, or poet, or a fictional character from a fantasy novel. Maybe it could be a living poet. Or the pope. I'm not sure how amusing that would be.
Maybe my muse could be the dog of some little boy's dreams. Just so playful and unwieldy. A dirt-roller and a flower-puller.
It could be an overachieving sister, or a timid mother, or a bulldozing father, but those don't seem like very fluid or inspirational characters to me at this time. Plus, where would I find inspiration for them in the first place?
It could be a tall boy that smells like fabric softener and wears mottled orange t-shirts. It could be that this boy has a beard, a crazy family, a recently-deceased best friend of a dog, a recently deceased dead-beat dad, and an eye for the beautiful and the absurd. He could fool you into believing he is a semi-pro wrestler, a bodyguard, a bouncer. Perhaps this boy has a penchant for the three R's: reading, writing, and reconciliation. He may have the crazy idea that the whole world is a vast playground, and that he belongs to everything and everyone as much as they belong to him. Maybe his one dream is to be a family man, to be respectable, to work well and wisely, to live quietly, to do good and raise some chickens.
What if I am in love with my muse?
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