A – Muse

My muse.
What a deceptive cunt.
Too little at the laptop. Too much in the shower.

Pen and paper at the ready?
The ink is flowing, but no one’s figured out how to tap the imagination.

A pint of your best brainstorm, please.
And let’s not forget to have the best ideas while driving.

Playing hide and seek with motivation?
Watch out for the wardrobes and the land of procrastination.

Finally, sitting and ready to write. About what?
Pick a genre, any genre.

Horror… too many masters.
Too many sub-genres of woe. I could be a King with my jester in a red room
right up until I terrify myself.

Monsters? They could come from lagoons that are black
or lakes that are placid.
But so many are just misunderstood.
Godzilla just wanted to be a mother.
Frankenstein just wanted to be loved.
King Kong just wanted a woman that made him look huge.

Who’s a good boy? A werewolf.
Want to be loved and live forever? Marry a vampire. It’s just bad interviews
that makes them monsters; they really have sparkling personalities.

Fine. When even the monsters get happy endings, it might be time for Romance.
Because some live under the illusion that Sparks hasn’t set the benchmark
sacked the water-boys and fucked the head cheerleader with that one.

There’s still room there, right? Boy meets girl. Boy. Girls and boys. Girls
meeting girls and boys. Shit. Let’s just say everyone’s meeting everyone somewhere.

They’re in love. They’re making love.
A little harder. A little darker.
Squeeze a little tighter. I want you. I need you.
Right after you sign the contract.

Leather’s not just for my shoes and couch anymore.
Teach me.
Please me.
Yes Sir.
No Sir.
Three bags full, Sir.

Messy breakups. Betrayals and heartache.
Somebody cheated. Somebody’s pregnant.
Who’s is it? Does it matter?
It’s the baby that’s important!

Finding their father.
Finding their mother.
I was put up for adoption. Why didn’t you love me?

Follow your heart. To thine own self be true. Don’t live a lie.
Find a family but be unique.

We’re all different
We’re all the same

Can anybody find me somebody to love?
No? Damn it.

Then let’s go on an Adventure.
I’ll make my own. Where do I put it?
GoogleMaps, plot, and plan. Akubras and whips.

Word limit? What word limit?
Real adventures can’t happen in 2000 words.
Frodo barely got the ring to Mordor in close to half a million.

Can I fly a plane or sail a ship?
Is it now or then?
Worlds that are lost and worlds that are found.
This is my world, and I’ll claim it!

Maybe there’s treasure. Or a pretty bride
Inconceivable, you say, but I conceive of many things.
Like finding faith. Finding purpose.

Can I pray while I eat? Jesus is on a tortilla chip, so I can’t eat that.
Your Gods aren’t my Gods, but some Gods aren’t real Gods, and everyone
knows the difference while no one knows a thing.

Australian Gods
English Gods

No Gods in America when Americans think they are Gods.
He gave us life, but we can’t be the only life.

Ours is just one planet. We haven’t had a chance to offend the rest.
We could find them, or they could find us.
Rocket ships. Spaceships. Lightspeed. Warpspeed.
Can you do the math on that one for me?

I know it’s about aliens, but we have to make it realistic, or audiences won’t
believe. Outer space. In myspace.

Whoa, what about the kids?
Am I too young to write that?
Am I too old?

I remember when I came of age. I don’t recommend it to others.
New adult. Young adult. Try not to be either.
New and young both end up old.
Peter Pan was on to something.
Wendy, girl, what were you thinking when you let that one go?

Definitely a Mystery.

A murder.
A crime.

Crack the code, and you’ve got it made.
Whodunnit? I wanna do it.
Gone are the dragons, the aliens. They’re out there, sure, but so is
everything else.

Lies. Truth. Stories. All the stories.

And me, with no idea how to tell them…

Photo Credit: 1% busy; 99% lazy … Flickr via Compfight cc