Current Mood: Museless!
I don’t give a damn, I’m happy as a clam
Nobody knows me at all
Ah, what can you do? There’s nobody like you
Nobody knows me at all
` “Nobody knows me At All” by the Weepies
I want to be a Muse; and not just any muse mind you. I want to be one of the nine Canonical Muses. Actually, I want to be two of them – but I think that is being a tad greedy – so I will settle for only being one. Besides being a descendent of the gods, they are pretty damn fine. Seriously, they are water nymphs. Everyone thinks water nymphs are hot! Everyone!
So, I either want to be Calliope, who is the chief of the Muses AND the Muse of epic and heroic poetry. Her name means ‘beautiful of speech'; or I want to be Clio, ‘glorious one’, the muse of History. With my educational background and natural talent, I could fulfill either role with precision.
Why should my existence not inspire mere mortals to create artistic masterpieces?
While I am thinking about; I find that I also need a Muse of my own. Is it possible for a Muse to have a Muse? I hope so, because I have not been inspired to write much, lately. I mean, I have a novel to finish – yet, don’t even have the inspiration to even pull it up on the laptop and read over it. I was supposed to use November to finish it. I didn’t. Grrrrrr. How does one go almost a year without writing one word in a manuscript that used to be a daily focus? It isn’t that I don’t have the stomach for the storyline. I happen to like thinking about serial killers and torture and redemption. I just cannot seem to write about it right now.
While in Texas, I spent some time with SCG (Secret Crush Girl). It is always so much fun to hang out with her and her family. She is such a dear friend and I miss her every single day. When I lived in town, she was always available for moral support, to go to a chick flick, or just to sit and chat with while eating an ice cream sundae. Now, she is still available for these things, but we are not close enough in distance to get together on a regular basis.
I am writing this on my lunch break – because I am now eating every 3 hours – and I take lunch in between eating times. Very silly, I know. I could rearrange my lunch time – or I could rearrange my “every 3 hours” to coincide with lunch; instead, I prefer to suffer through the ridiculousness of an inconvenient self-appointed lunch schedule. That’s just how I roll!
Oh, before I forget, a woman at work called me cold-blooded today. She was referring to the fact that I wrap myself up in a blanket and wear mittens in the office – because it is so damn cold. Luckily for her, I knew what she meant – because my ninja skills come out when someone implies that I am emotionally cold. Actually, no ninja skills come out. That was a fabrication (aka a lie). I don’t actually take offence when people say I am emotionally cold. I smile and say, “Thank you for noticing!” You see, it’s not easy being an emotional void; and it’s even more difficult to project the image of one. Lately, I have been failing miserably at being cold and emotionally evasive. I guess being content with life has that effect.
PERSONAL NOTE: Um, we have a new president now.
CONFIDENTIAL NOTE: How much longer do I have to maintain the confidentiality agreement?