There seems to be a small movement against the Muse. I've happened on two articles in two days blasting the reality of the Muse. What?! My Muse is in charge of my blog, so I feel compelled to defend...
The argument seems to be that the Muse doesn't exist and that artists/creative people shouldn't wait for it to magically show up and inspire before we get to work. And further, we can't blame our writer's block or creative slump on the Muse stubbornly having gone on vacation.
I'm sorry, but when I read these arguments I end up thinking that the problem is those writers haven't found their Muse yet. Or maybe they don't want one. Or need one. I don't have judgment about that but I would very much appreciate that they not try and discount my Muse along the way. My Muse is real. And she's (yep, a girl) real because she's part of me. She's that thing that tells me I'm in the zone or nope, go take a nap. She's the urgency in my mind that gives me one hundred random unorganized thoughts and ideas and then tells me there's good stuff somewhere in there so go find it. She's the spirit that dances just out of my reach with the answer to life's next big question. And she's fascinating enough to keep me following her to learn what it is. And on that journey I create and I write and I succeed and I fail and I know myself as an artist and I love that she brings that clearly to my heart.
Long live the Muse.
Hi, I'm Donna. Long time artisan/creative. Full time work in nonprofit world. Mother of two adult sons. Currently, also mother of two cats.
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