Thursday, March 09, 2006
I have to admit to being jealous of Jenna and Kate because they have Muses. It sounds so suave and sophisticated, doesn't it? What do I have? Wallpaper. Granted, it's Daniel Craig wallpaper, which is lovely to look at, but not quite the same thing as having a muse. Then I start to worry. What does it say about me that I don't have a muse? That I have never even imagined having one? Am I not worthy of the Muses' notice? Am I not creative enough to even come up with this idea on my own? I had an imaginary friend once when I was seven. It was a chipmunk, as I recall, or maybe a squirrel, and I did it simply to amuse my mother after she told me about my father's imaginary elephant. So I'm a faker. Is that creative enough, or just pretentious? Heck, I couldn't even get to sleep tonight for obsessing about my lack of muse. Something dragged me out of my prone position, forced me to grab my laptop and power it up and write this. huh. Maybe I do have a muse after all. . .