My Muse has Made Me!

Someone on my Facebook page said that they wished their muse would speak, of course all of this started when I said that I had had very little sleep because the voices in my head wouldn't hush.



That got me thinking about my muse...all creative people have a muse and sometimes people think we're crazy when we talk about the voices in our heads and give our muse a personality.



My muse is a different part of me, it's the creative part and I'm the vessel that expresses the art! And as long as I've known myself I've always been very creative and artistic. I can spend hours writing, drawing or reading and to a lot of people all of that is a bit of a chore---I would rather be in my own world than this world. My muse allows that.




What is your muse to you?



I used to picture my muse as a blob of glowing light...it was the saviour to all of my problems but only through hardship could it save me. It's slowly turned from that soft glow of comfort to a person, someone inside that I talk to. I'm starting to think I sound like a crazy person now. I consult my muse and sometimes I'm stubborn and my muse shouts at me, I've often been shaken when I know that I'm doing something wrong but I keep at it...that's when he shouts. (Yes, my muse is a he.) it's a surreal feeling--I should probably get that checked out.




"Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia." - E. L. Doctorow


I really do love my muse and without it I wouldn't have this outlet, these stream of creativity and all of these hopes and dreams welling up inside my lungs but there isn't enough air in me or time in the day to tell anyone what I want in life or why I write or what they mean to me etc.



I added that last one because I don't express my emotions and it's ruined quite a lot of things, but that's why I write so that I don't have to tell people how I feel (I suppose that's really unhealthy for my mentality). However, it's better than just bottling it all up.



So my muse has made me. He's shaped me. He tells me when things go and when things don't. He draws my attention to things and makes me feel around for the finer details. And most of all, he makes me love life.



I just realised that this whole post makes me sound like I love myself. And it's true! You can't love anyone else until you can love yourself!



To end, I'd like to talk a little bit about that picture. I found it through a Google Images search and it immediately popped out. I thought that this picture was great because it looks has that muse-y look about it. It's hidden but looks so powerful, and that is a muse, nobody sees them but they are the most powerful thing in your life. They can make or break you as a writer. You just need to feed them!




What is the relationship with your muse like?




I would like to know what you thought of my post so please comment guys! It makes me really happy to see comments awaiting to be moderated! ♥


-Joseph




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