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A gathering of muses

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A newspaper lays across my desk in my writing office, but it isn’t any newspaper I recognize. It’s not the local Enterprise or Hub. It’s called the Inspiration. The headline reads: “First Annual Muse Gathering”.

Hmmm. Why do I have a funny feeling about this?

Before I can read the article, my Muse sweeps into the office and swipes the paper from my hands. “Hey, I was reading that.”

He folds the newpaper and tucks it under his arm. “Don’t bother. It’s boring.”

Then I notice his attire. No worn jeans here–the ones he’s wearing look like they came fresh from the indigo dye factory. And is that a silk shirt? It’s a rich maroon that adds a little color to his complexion–not that I’m complaining. Oh, no. Sooo not complaining.

“Ah hem. Earth to Julie.”

Ahhh, yeah. “Where are you going? Is that really a silk shirt?”

“I’m going out. Mr. E is picking me up.” He points to my laptop with the paper. “And while I’m out, I want you to write.”

“Out? With Mr. E? Mae’s on a deadline. How can Mr. E go on a pub crawl? And you never dress like that for a pub crawl. What kind of pubs are you planning to hit?”

He waves the paper in my direction. “Doesn’t matter, love. You need to write. You’re falling behind.”

I snatch the paper from him and zero in on the front page. “Are you kidding me? Since when do you guys all get together in the same place?”

He swipes the paper from me and points to the headline. “Since now. See. First.”

“So who else is going on this muse party bus? And do you really think aΒ silk shirt is a good idea?”

“There’s no smoking in pubs anymore, love. Not here, anyway. There’ll be a half dozen of us or so. D’s mercenary muse,Β A’s Moka and her cousin, G’s muse“–he counts off on his fingers–“she’s pretty broken up, but she’s going even though her ex will be there. P’s muse, muse Brad, and C’s muse Lorelei said she might meet us. She’s looking for a new pumpkin beer for her author.”

Man, there’ve been a lot of muses showing up in the blog-o-sphere lately. “So, the fancy clothes are for what? Planning to sweet-talk some Moka?”

He wraps an arm around my shoulders. “No worries, love. I’ll be back before last call.” He plants a kiss on my forehead. “But you are cute when you’re jealous.”

I shove him away. “I’m not jealous. They’re muses.”

He chuckles and tosses the paper onto my desk before heading to the door. “I want to see words, love.” He points to my laptop. “Get to it.”

Ugh. He’s right. Real life’s been invading my writing brain. School starts for my daughter on Monday, and the new/remodeled school isn’t nearly ready. Hey, hang on. That coiled bullwhip wasn’t on my chair before.

Okay, I can take a hint. He’s out whooping things up, and I’m here. Well, at least I’ve got some craft beer and chocolate. That should last me for a while.

Happy writing!

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Author: Julie Holmes, author

Pen names: J. M. Holmes, J. M. Goebel A fiction writer since elementary school (many years ago), and NaNoWriMo annual participant for a decade, I've been published in small press magazines such as "Fighting Chance" and "The Galactic Citizen". I write adult mystery with a touch of romance, mystery with extrasensory elements, contemporary fantasy, and epic fantasy, and I'm represented by the fabulous Cynthia Zigmund of Second City Publishing Services. In real life, I am a technical writer with a family of two teens, a wonderful hubby, one cat (what writer doesn't have cats??), two dogs, four chickens, and more chipmunks, squirrels, and rabbits than any garden should have to deal with. My garden, our hobby farm, and Nature's annual seasons are some of my muses.

60 thoughts on “A gathering of muses

  1. I am beginning to worry about what mayhem so many muses together can make.

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  2. Thanks for the link. The minor gods and goddesses need to get out on occasion. Maybe they’ll learn something new to show us lowly authors.

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  3. “A pub crawl?” I asked, “no way I am not going along.”

    Then my diet muse blocked the doorway.

    Great bit, Julie, but this, I am going out drinking while you sit and write is downright crass. You know there are reams of regulations that control the behavior of muses. Consider filing a complaint….but on second thought, if they replace your muse, you don’t know what you will get.

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    • LOL! Come to think of it, my Muse has never invited me along on one of his pub crawls. I hope he’s not embarrassed by me. I found my copy of Muse Rules and Regs, but I think you’re right. I”m not sure reporting him would be a good thing; we’ve been together for a long time, and I’d hate to have to break in another muse. Thanks for stopping by, Greg!

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  4. Ha ha. My mercenary muse is wearing his latest in boiled leather and wolf fur. He’s so excited that I think he brushed his teeth and used MY deodorant. Ha ha. He smells like summer rain. πŸ™‚ Thanks for taking up the challenge, Julie!

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  5. So FUN, this (a)musing post. How come our muses get to go out for a party while we have to stay home and write?
    Oh, I guess that’s what we’re supposed to be doing. Dang. They get all the fun. πŸ™ƒπŸ‘πŸ’™

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  6. Reblogged this on Myths of the Mirror and commented:
    What better way to wrap up a series of muse posts than with a pub crawl. They’re dressing up and going out on the town, leaving all their writer’s behind with to-do lists. Thanks to Julie for the fun post. Happy Writing!

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  7. Oh what fun! πŸ™‚ And you left at home to work…

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  8. This is awesome. πŸ™‚ I do wonder what all those muses (with such different personalities) will get up to. Well, at least he left you with some craft beer and chocolate. You’re all set. And the pumpkin beer is already beginning to invade, isn’t it? Along with the pumpkin latte, pumpkin-flavored fish, pumpkin-scented napkins…

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  9. I need to get myself a Muse. He’s missing out on so much fun.

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  10. What fun Julie! This muse merriment is getting out of hand. Maybe we writers should all go out for a pub crawl and lock our muses at home to write! πŸ™‚

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  11. Your muse is sadistic and made me shudder with the leaving behind of a bullwhip while he went out drinking. That’s about right for us writers. Muses are party animals and we are their slaves. I’m going to focus on my writing now, as soon as I polish off this bottle of wine that my muse didn’t realize was in the cupboard. Okay, it’s a box of wine, but that’s a minor detail, don’t you think.

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  12. Well, now I understand where my muse had been! The hangover of the party is still not over and her belligerence persists. Thanks for the info Julie πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

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  13. Julie, I think it is wonderful that Diana started this with her big, hunky mercenary and each muse is so unique! Your idea of a pub crawl would help the authors of their muses CA.e back and described the “underbelly” of situations, getting down and dirty. . . Congratulations and hope all goes well other achieving a completed manuscript. WIP’s abound and best to write when the muses are out, I suppose they can be distractions!!

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  14. “CA.e” = came (back)
    Oops, silly cellphone mistake.

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  15. That is precious. I think my muse missed this. Next time, post an invite. I’ll get it to her. Truth, I could use the break from the w****.

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  16. Now will be the reckoning…whilst the muses are gallivanting about how do the writers get on?! πŸ˜€ Yours sounds more than dressed for the occasion and it’s been fun catching up on them all and I love the gathering you’ve created for them here. Enjoy the peace and quiet…craft beer and chocolate sounds ideal! ❀️ Ps. hope your daughter has a school fit for purpose when she starts! Building work always goes past schedule. Grr…

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    • Glad you enjoyed this, Annika! Haven’t had much chance to talk to my daughter about how much of the building is done yet; she had tennis game away, got home late, then off to bed. On the plus side, the new lunch kitchen now has 5–count them, FIVE–lines for options, so if you don’t like the main lunch choice or the alternate, there are other, um, alternates. OMG, I think our little school is joining the modern school world.

      Have a great week!

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  17. Good post, Julie. πŸ™‚ — Suzanne

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  18. Watch out, or some of you may wind up with cross-pollinated stories here when your muses return. And I wouldn’t be surprised to find more than one pub scene written in for each of you (we can count on Diana to start). πŸ™‚

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    • It’s been fun seeing how everyone handles their muse (or the other way around πŸ™‚ ) And I always wanted to be a β€œfly on the wall” when my Muse goes on one of his pub crawls. The muse party is another of those β€œfly on the wall” moments! πŸ˜€

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  19. Oh, I enjoyed this read!

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  20. I like their own newsletter or newspaper, those defiant and strong willed Muses.
    Julie, yours sounds “hot!” I like the fresh look he has, almost like a perfect male model, Muse. 😎

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  22. Ahhhhh I’ve missed your blog! It’s been so long since I’ve been on WordPress. Hoping I can make a comeback. Good luck with the writing while your Muse is out partying! πŸ™‚

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  23. I like your post 😊.

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  24. A pub crawl, Julie, what a great idea. Unfortunately I don’t think my General Write would agree to go, he prefer to stay at home and make sure that I am on track with my writing.

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  26. This was so so much fun! And I almost missed it because of this wretched deadline. I understand everyone had a blast πŸ™‚

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