Katzaniel Posted July 5, 2004 Report Posted July 5, 2004 Salinye... perhaps it's just one who wasn't very active in the Cabaret room when these were in their prime, but those four words are not very descriptive to me... Are we supposed to create an analogy to a muse? ie) My muse is like a ... because ... ? Thanks!
Salinye Posted July 5, 2004 Author Report Posted July 5, 2004 Yes, and if you do a search by hmmm...can you search by titles? If so you'll find LOTS of analogy threads. I used to number them. Or you could do a search on me and you would probably find them as well. I do regular Analogies and life questions, although, I seem to have been slacking lately. :0) ~Salinye
Salinye Posted July 5, 2004 Author Report Posted July 5, 2004 Here, KAtz. I found one as an example. :0) Just click here. :0)
Appy Posted July 5, 2004 Report Posted July 5, 2004 (edited) Muse... hmmm My muse is definatly female and of human-form and therefor fickle, picking up subjects to write about from anywhere; specialises into poking human beings and their relationships to one another. For looks she'll either look like a skimpy clad nymph playing in her magical pond OR the Grande Dame from somewhere in the Dark Ages... She shows up at the most annoying of times, be it when I'm in the bus, or walking around town, or (not that often anymore) when I'm in bed.. trying to sleep. Another one of her favorites is my dreams, even tho I tend to forget them and they seem foggy at best once I'm at my comp and able to write.... At the moment she's taking a VERY long vacation though, she appears to be sulking since I've been making her work so hard ever since I got here a year ago [edit] forgot to add... she makes me work work and work once she found something to put into my mind. Most times I get a few minutes to finish, very rarely (when I'm lucky) she grands me a day or two. This is possibly the reason why I never finish the stories I start on.. it's all her fault! *wanders off wondering if that was an actual analogy or just some rambling from a distracted writer* Edited July 5, 2004 by Appy
Zadown Posted July 5, 2004 Report Posted July 5, 2004 Dunno if this is an analogy, but it's not too far off the subject. Highjacks the thread with Appy and adds odd ramblings! My muse is buried 6 ft under behind our summer cottage's sauna. Instead of listening to her dead voice, I practice the impossible zen-art of writing without one. If my concentration and focus waver and I get stuck, I steal Yui's ideas and rework them to look completely different.
Ayshela Posted July 5, 2004 Report Posted July 5, 2004 This used to be stickied, but i lost it when it dropped off the top so it hasn't been updated. my apologies. (whacks self with the organizational club) Consolidated List of projects - this lists Salinye's previous writing project threads, as well as a few others'. If you're lost as to the format or purpose this would be a good place to look. edit: btw, Sal, the list is updated and this is #9
Merelas Posted July 6, 2004 Report Posted July 6, 2004 My muse is a siren of mythology, luring you close with her beautiful song and then killing you by refuisng to continue the words. OOC: Is this right?
Finnius Posted July 6, 2004 Report Posted July 6, 2004 My muse is a female figure, though not a woman exactly. Kind of the way that you refer to a boat as 'she.' She's an insane and fickle creature, bouncing from one project to another, and sometimes wanting me to write the end of something before the beginning. She creeps up on me in my sleep sometimes and spins my dreams into tales of vivid and stark beauty. She stalks me during the day, making me lose my concentration in a whirlwind of ideas. She abandons me when I need her most, and laughingly returns at intermitten intervals. I think I shall call her Pekkle, for she is as much a demon as anything else.
Zariah Posted July 6, 2004 Report Posted July 6, 2004 My muse is like the wind. It flows swiftly home and away, never consistent, ever changing. My muse can never be contained in an ink bottle, and my quill is often left without color, scroll left at a blank. My muse, ever so sneaky, haunts my dreams and subconscious. And like the calm after the storm, disappears when I am at my desk. Oh muse! Why have you forsaken me time and time again? Come hither, and be my friend, wind-walker!
The Big Pointy One Posted July 6, 2004 Report Posted July 6, 2004 My muse is like a club-wielding clown on a motorbike. It drives in real fast, smacks me and makes me laugh at the same time (incidentally making others laugh) and gives me a boost of writing ability for a while, until he drives back to 'inspire' me some more, which ultimately ends up giving me brain damage. What a jerk!
Regel Posted July 6, 2004 Report Posted July 6, 2004 My muse is like a fire. It often starts with a spark and mulls over slowly in some smoldering mass of thoughts and then ignites into a bright yellow flame. Carefully kindled it can expand into a blaze.
Guest Kunax Posted July 6, 2004 Report Posted July 6, 2004 inspire by who, what have i done now My muse would be like a river, so many strange things flows down the stream, sometime to fast to catch other time slow as hell. But more othen then not the flow and pictures are disrupted when put to paper. ooc: what a wierd thing, putting picture on your thoughts,
Salinye Posted July 6, 2004 Author Report Posted July 6, 2004 Well, as I've said before, I often refer to my muse as a bikini clad ogre. She's horrifying to look at, yet you have this sick fascination that won't let you look away! She runs me ragged, and as she is an ogre, is useless to fight with, although we jump in the mudpits and try. Nine times out of ten, I need to do things her way, or my writing just plain stinks. ~Salinye
Katzaniel Posted July 6, 2004 Report Posted July 6, 2004 Hmm. Alright, I'll give it a shot. My muse is like chocolate. Dark, tantalizing, and definitely addicting. I enjoy it but am never quite satisfied. And it's much better when you share.
Gryphon Posted July 7, 2004 Report Posted July 7, 2004 (edited) My muse is like a summer shower - it comes out of nowhere, douses me with inspiration and then vanishes as quickly as it came... Then the inspiration dries up in the sunshine that remains leaving me waiting for more inspiration to come along. ed: Sometimes I do have to sit around for a while waiting for some inspiration to drop... maybe I should try a rain dance? Edited July 7, 2004 by Gryphon
cryptomancer Posted July 7, 2004 Report Posted July 7, 2004 In my mind I have a room, and it is there that I meet my muse, for she is a beauty so true, that never before have I seen her likeness, nor ever will I again. Her eyes are the colour of the skies of my world, and her beauty touches, all of the things I see, with its light. In the solitude of my mind I can see the inspiration that her beauty brings to me, and causes me to write, in life, that which I see in the light shed by her.
purple_shadows Posted July 7, 2004 Report Posted July 7, 2004 Have you ever noticed that the sun is brighter in the winter than any other time of the year, though it comes out for a shorter period of time? That's the way it is with my muse. She isn't there for long, but when she comes, she shows herself bright and clear so that all thoughts before her, and all thoughts after are dark in comparison, as the night is to the winter sun.
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