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My Muse

Since it is NaNoWriMo, I thought I’d talk about my muse–my inspiration, how I write.

I have always been a writer–my first story was called The Tallest Mountain In The World, and I created it way back in the beginning of elementary school, complete with my own illustrations. As I grew, I began to love the fantasy genre and dove headfirst into the world of new creations, magic, etc. And, I began to realize that I was more inspired in certain situations and with certain atmospheres.

My muse is what inspires me to write.

These are the things that help me to write:

crystal/quartz necklace, like this one I got from Hey June shop and other Celtic/fantasy jewelry
– dim lights and/or sunset
– nature
– fantasy pictures for inspiration
– Celtic music and fantasy adventure soundtracks (like Lord of the Rings)

When I was in a high school creative writing class, I actually wrote about my muse.

My muse is very picky about when she visits me. Usually, she flies to me at sunset. She then watches the sun go down as she tells me her ideas. She stands behind me with her hands on my shoulders, whispering in my ear after dusk, until I fall asleep. She loves to come during fall and winter, since she knows I have time off from school, and it seems like sunset and dusk lasts longer then. But she does like to tease me, occasionally. After I come home from school, when I’m supposed to be doing homework, she loves to open my novel and have me start writing. More than often, I have spent hours past my bedtime finishing homework that could’ve been done before dinner. My muse hates to see me bored out of my mind in school, so during dull classes she appears, though I do not always have paper to write on; then she teases me by showing me what happens and leaves me trying to hold that thought until I have paper.

I don’t have to search for my muse often, since she enjoys my company and watching me write about her and her culture, and her life. But she only comes when a certain atmosphere is in the air, which I try to always have, so she can come at any time. She doesn’t like it bright inside houses. So when in my room, she likes it dim, which is very pretty when the light reflects off of my lavender walls. She also likes it when there are dark, but soft colors, such as green, purple, magenta, silver and a certain shade of orange. She loves when it is warm, not hot, like summer, but not cold, like the freezer. She enjoys being comfortable on a blanket, or cushion. It is easier for her to tell me stories and poems when there is instrumental music playing which helps add emotion to the idea. My muse has given me plenty of artifacts for inspiration including many Pixie figurines, naturistic wallpaper, beautiful gems, and historic maps. She also has me keep fantasy, and adventure books on my bookshelf. She feels that I should diffuse their “magic” into me to help me write more.

What is your muse like?

Tayler is a work at home mom. She does free lance articles and dabbles in graphic design and virtual assisting for bloggers. She spent 3 years as a history and English teacher. Her passions are her husband, two children, history, reading, nature, and her Savior, Jesus Christ.

Dried Up River

For the summer, I live in the desert with my family, right next to the Mojave River – literally next to it. Every day while driving to work, I have to cross this dried up river of sand.

While away at college, there were some big storms and water started to fill up the river again – not alot. The river bed is very wide and very deep. Shallow water started to flow through, enough to see the lines it was caressing into the sand.

The first day I went to work after coming home for the summer, I was suprised to see these little riverlets streaming down an otherwise barren wasteland. It made me smile; I looked forward to the drive to work. It gave me hope – that in this forsaken desert, some paradise had pushed through. I planned to drive to the riverbank one day I didn’t have work, and play in the appealing water.

But, as the week has gone on, the riverlets became smaller and smaller, sinking into the underground course the Mojave River takes, or joining the clouds in the sky. Now, there is no water, just a bridge over sand. The river has run dry.

Just as my creativity has. My muse, still lost, probably was hiding under my bridge, waiting for the perfect day to play with me in the cool refreshing river. But, with the blaring sun and the winding sand, and the dry, dry atmosphere, she has left me again, with a dried up river. I cannot wait to go to lush, green, moist, water infested Great Britain. 50 more days!!

Tayler is a work at home mom. She does free lance articles and dabbles in graphic design and virtual assisting for bloggers. She spent 3 years as a history and English teacher. Her passions are her husband, two children, history, reading, nature, and her Savior, Jesus Christ.