Some time back, I stumbled upon a traveling blog question:
How would you personify your muse?
I knew immediately where to go with that question. The movies. If you've never seen the fabulous and fun 1980's flick, The Gremlins, here's a sneak peak:
Why am I showing you this?
Because my muse is sometimes fluffy, sweet, and cooperative ...
Other times, an ugly, cantakerous, slimy beast.
What better personification than a gremlin? So, from this day forward, I dub my muse Gizmo.
Gizmo shares the same three rules for proper care and maintance as his cinematic counterparts:
1. Keep it away from bright lights.
Gizmo can be shy. He doesn't always want to come out to play. I've found he's most responsive in a dim room with only the computer's glow for company.
2. Don't get it wet.
Getting Gizmo wet (as in too many glasses of wine) causes his ideas to multiply too quickly, to wit my characters meander around aimlessly for chapters on end.
3. And don't feed it after midnight
If I make the mistake of going to bed with WIP on my brain, Gizmo responds with a nasty bout of insomnia. He doesn't care that I have a house to run and children to tote about which requires a full seven hours sleep before my seven a.m. wake up call.
But when Gizmo and I are on the same page, we get along splendidly. I guess I would even say he's my hero.
So, to you Gizmo, I dedicate this song:
And to all of you, how do you personify your muse?