Showing posts with label Muse. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Muse. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

What is a Muse?


Where does creativity come from? That is such a great question but the answer is nowhere to be found. It is mind-boggling. Why do ideas seem to come from an external source? It almost feels like a trance like state when creative people work. An external source that is separate from the creator of these works. Its like someone whispers into our ears and a light bulb goes on. Why have so many writers through history spoken of being guided, and even haunted by a force or presence that serves as the source of their creative work?

Greek Mythology Explaination

According to ancient Greek mythology there are nine muse, goddesses who inspire artists, musicians, writers, poets and that these immortal beings are the daughters of Mnemosyne who were fathered by Zeus. Mnemosyne is also an immortal and the titan daughter of Uranus, another god of the highest order. For over 2,500 years and throughout western civilization, it is largely acknowledged by artists of every sort that most of their inspirations, creativity and incredible talent come from these muse.

Calliope (Chief of the muses and muse of epic poetry)

Clio (muse of history)

Erato (muse of erotic poetry)

Melpomene (muse of tragedy)

Terpsichore (muse of dance)

Polyhymnia (muse of sacred song)

Euterpe (muse of lyric song)

Thalia (muse of comedy and bucolic poetry)

Urania (muse of astronomy)
Because this is so mysterious, that which science can't explain to anyone's satisfaction, and for a lack of a better explanation; this mythological explanation remains the most popular reason. In this day and age of scientific thought, one would think this would be a preposterous concept for intelligent people to believe yet it remains the case. This shouldn't be surprising though, there isn't much about the subconscious that science can explain and nothing at all about the spirit world.

It is strange that while most artists will acknowledge the muse, they won't go so far as to discuss them. It is a transcendental matter which few people are willing to talk about but nonetheless the muse are considered effectively real.

As a writer I believe that we all have a muse that guides us on our creative journey. I don’t have an explanation as to what exactly a muse is but most writers believe in them. I do know sometimes I write and when I go back and read what I have written it amazes me. I wonder where did that come from? Sometimes it is like I am in a trance like state. Everything around me just seems to disappear and nothing exists but the world I am building. Even scientist can’t explain it. Is it spiritual? Or is it our subconscious? We will probably never know but if believing in the mysterious muse inspires us I say do whatever works.

What is your take on the mysterious muse? Do you have one? Tell us a little about your muse. Everyone’s individual muse fascinates me.

Here are some of the muses that the writers of NN have shared with me.

Apollo
Julie Sharp's Muse

I used to have a female muse named Erato. But I fired her when she left me to go on a vacay. So I hired her boss, Apollo. He's been great...and Hawt! Can't beat the sound a male greek god's voice whispering in the ear! hehehe...  






Roxy
Tabitha Blake's Muse

My muse is a very hardheaded Goth named Roxy. Yeah I don’t know how I know her name but I do. She pushes my buttons on a daily basis. If she didn’t spin such great tales I would boot her out the door. She doesn’t sugar coat anything for me and whispers the most amazing story ideas in my ear, when she’s around, that is the biggest problem she disappears for days and weeks at a time. Sometimes I picture her with her feet kicked up on my desk looking at me rolling her eyes and laughing. Yeah she loves to torture me. But I love her. 

Jane Toombs' Muse

My muse is a green dragon.  This is how she looks when confronting stupid knights.  The second photo is how she looks when she sits on my shoulder at book signings, hissing in my ear, "Now aren't you glad I made you finish those books?"  The first shot is closer to the way she behaves when I get behind with my writing. 





Sheri Fredricks' Muse

This is a picture of my muse. “It” has no name, no gender, and nowhere to run – but run it does. My muse scampers happily throughout the day, burning calories while turning the wheel of my imagination. When “It” becomes tired, I feed “It” more caffeine and sometimes fruit. More often than not, I forget to feed “It” altogether, and then “It” complains by shutting down. I take “It” out, let it play with friends, and then all is good once again.


Vortex
Ni Giglio's Muse

Well, not to be the weird one....but....my muse isn't really a person, more like a ....a....shit...well anyway her name is Vortex.



Allison Merrit's Muse

He's kind of like Hemingway, only not really except for his love of drinking and laying around on the beach. And clearly he doesn't spend a lot of time on personal grooming as you can see from his stubbly jaw line. He does come up with some pretty good plots and characters, so I can't complain too much.

Brenda L.'s Muse

It's a little embarasing, but here is my Muse.  "He" has no name and rarely a shirt. He is a dark silhouette with sexy abs and a killer smile. He's always near when I write, urging me on with his penatrating eyes of a color I can't name (...silouette, remember?) He rubs my shoulders and whispers in my ear when I get writers block. Every once in a while he does something that reminds me of my husband.

Thorndrake
Kelley Heckart's Muse

Mine is a male fairy named Thorndrake. He loves Icelandic Metal and David Cook.








Duckie's Muse

She doesn't have a name, but she's British and cranky...with a sharp wit and a potty mouth and bit moody and completely immature when it comes to loves scenes..she's very sarcastic too and likes to roll her eyes at me when I try and make happy things happen in my stories...we have a love/hate relationship and have recently reconciled...

Berengaria's Muse


She's never told me her name, but I
promise you she can be a real bitch at times.









I just wanted to thank everyone that participate in this blog it was so much fun!


NN just hit 304 followers and we are adding to that count everyday! I'm so excited! I just wanted to thank all our readers and our writers. Without you NN wouldn't be the wonderful place it has grown to be. Big hugs to everyone that has invested themselves in this blog.

Tabby

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

My Dear Muse


I felt this hard tap on my shoulder. When I glanced over, I saw my Muse standing there with her arms crossed telling me to get back to work on my book. I glared back and told her I couldn’t because I had to get some work done and get this blog written. She huffed loudly and threatened to leave me. Naturally, I pleaded with her to stay. Then a thought occurred to me.
Julie: “My most dear Muse, may I interview you, please?”
Erato looking askance: “Hmmm. Alright. But, make it quick. There are millions of authors I need to inspire.”
Julie: “Great! That’s a really cool lyre you have.”
Erato stroked the strings with a smile, “Thanks. Just for that, I’ll inspire you tomorrow.”
Julie brightens: “Awesome! So, there are nine of you?”

Erato nods: “Yes, we’re the goddesses of the arts and sciences.”
Julie: “Are all of you the goddesses of writing?”
Erato chuckles: “No. I’m in charge of Poetry about Love. Erato is erotic. Get it?”
Julie: “Uh huh.”
Erato: “Some say I invented the art of dancing because it inspires others to write about love.
Julie: “What about the other muses?”
Erato: “My sister Calliope is in charge of Epic Poetry and Euterpe loves inspiring Musicians.”
Julie: “Wait, I thought Apollo is the god of Music.”
Erato wagged a finger: “He is the god of Music itself. Euterpe gifts people with the talent of music and inspires them.”

Julie: “Ah! I see. Hmmm…Is giving talent and inspiration the reason all of you were created?”
Erato nods: “Not at first. Apollo told us that we're to help mortals to forget the evils the Titans had afflicted on the world and to praise the gods for their victory over them. Once we accomplished that, we migrated to helping you mortals forget your sorrows and cares in the world.”
Julie tapping her chin in thought: “How so?”
Erato gaped in surprise: “Don’t you get lost in another world when you read a great romance novel? Or go to a museum or become amused at a play?
Julie: “Okay.”
Erato: “When anyone is sad or sorrowful, usually Euterpe will pay them a visit and play some music to help them feel better.”
Julie: “Okay. Okay. I get it. You mentioned you helped people forget the evils the Titan’s afflicted on the world.”
Erato folds her arms with narrowed eyes: “That’s right.”
Julie: “It’s ironic isn’t it? You’re Mother is a Titan, Right?”
Erato: “Yes, she is.”
Julie: “A goddess of memory. Memnon…something.”
Erato: “Mnemosyne. Yes, she’s a Titan and the goddess of memory. It is ironic isn’t it?”
Julie: “Yes. I asked that.”
Erato: “No, you didn’t.”
Julie: “I did.”
Erato with her finger pointed at me: “You’re not arguing with me, are you?”
Julie with alarm in her eyes, “Heaven’s no. Wouldn’t dream of arguing with my Muse.”