In the mood for a laugh? The muse stories expand to the animal kingdom with two hysterical posts from a couple of funny bloggers. Meet Mike Allegra’s furry rodent muse, Lucy, and join Molly Stevens as she hunts for her muse in her backyard. I’ve attached intros and links to both posts and, since it’s Sunday, closed comments here. Enjoy 🙂
A Muse for Youse
by Mike Allegra at Hey Look a Writer Fellow
“You’re lying on the couch,” my muse observes with an arched eyebrow.
“Yes,” I say.
“You’re eating ice cream,” she continues. “While lying on the couch.”
“Yes,” I repeat.
“And you’re watching Spaceballs.”
“Yes,” I say again. “I am watching Spaceballs while eating ice cream while lying on the couch.”
She chitters with disapproval. “Is this a new way to write that nobody told me about?”
“I’m writing,” I reply. “Writing is about a lot more than typing, you know. You need time to, you know, ponder things.”
“Oh, so this is ‘pondering,’ then?” She flicks an invisible speck of dust from her whisker. “Because what you’re doing looks an awful lot like ‘farting around.’”
“Well, that’s why…
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Old MacDonald had a muse, e-i-e-i-o-my
by Molly Stevens at Shallow Reflections
The more stories I read about writers getting intimate with their muses-with-issues, the more fearful I was to encounter mine. What if she is a tyrant with no sense of humor? But what would I miss, if she is more fun than a barrel of animatronic monkeys, hanging out in amusement parks? Like Disney World?
I mustered the courage to look for her. And since I didn’t have money in the budget for a trip to the Happiest Place on Earth, I decided to hunt for her in my backyard.
I searched for a Muse Hunting Call in the app store, downloaded it, and put it to use. It made a throaty, grunting sound.
To my surprise, a full grown, bull moose lumbered out of the woods, looking confused as to why a middle-aged woman without a gun or a moose-hunting permit would call him.
He asked, “What do you want?”
I said, “There must be some mistake. I was calling my muse, not a mangy moose.”
“Hey, watch who you are calling mangy…
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