We Are Not A Mused
A multiverse anime fanfic, by Kouhikouryuu (meaning: Queen Rain Dragon).
Everyone talks of having one, many have manifested theirs (and fight with them constantly). I am on a quest to get one! Also a quick note, if you have read this already, you can go on ahead, but I changed a few things so it's easier to read now and later on. ^_^
*________* = Actions and Narratives
{{______}} = Thoughts
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A Prelude, by the authoress.
*Kouhi flies onto the stage, late as usual, but calm nonetheless. She pulls a few papers out of her pocket and starts reading...*
A Muse? I am A Mused. *insert nervous laugh here*
For the longest time I didn't think I had one. Specially since:
A) Muses aren't real
B) I didn't think my imagination was powerful enough to personify ideas
C) I am not a Greek Mythologist
And then I realized how powerful my imagination truly is. For 8 months, almost NONSTOP (I did stop when I went home for vacations and when I was dead sick), I was able to produce a HUGE fanfic which people did deem quite good. That has to count for something, right?
Right...?
Never mind. :(
Anyway, I've taken a look at what I've written (10+ fics, 4 published), people are somewhat amused by those ('specially my Birdy the Mighty fic, go look, it's done!). And then I did ask myself, Just where are my ideas coming from then? Not just my little fics, but the little brain farts I choose to ignore, the epic stories that are literally hundreds of pages long, the dreams of ideas that won't go away, the stories I think are cute and have potential (yet my evil hon-kun chooses to laugh at them; EVEN AFTER I PRAISE HIS! Ungrateful cretin. Yes you, hon. You will never see my fics again.), my sugar shox (these go straight to the trash bin, don't even ask), my serious tales of love, war, friendship, angst, gratuitous violence and other stuff I like but no one else seems to care about?
Something / Someone is up there going a mile a minute.
So I had to go research this muse possibility a little more. It turns out that muses may or may not choose to expose themselves to their hapless hosts (and we all know what happens when they do, poor saps). I find this interesting, since muses must be an extension of the human condition, they have to want to take credit for some of this stuff at one point or another. Maybe it's a Cyrano deBergerac condition, this way if something sucks, they also don't get blamed (though somehow it will end up their fault whether the author/ess acknowledges their presence or not), but they still end up doing the job they were born for.
You know this stuff. I ramble. Forgive me. 'Tis my muse's fault. (See?)
Anyway, since my supposed muse/s have not exposed themselves to me (maybe for the best of reasons), I have decided to seek them out. Maybe there's some kind of machine I can borrow that tunes the mind in and allows innermost workings to be brought to the physical realm. But I will find this "muse/s". Please dear God, don't let me have more than one. But looking at the sheer volume of the ideas I get (very few are put into production because I forget them before I can get to a piece of paper or my laptop of evillity), I could possibly have more than one. I hope not. PLEASE!!! I am on a quest then, hopefully it won't take long, because half of these fics aren't finished and they are begging not to be left like the other novels, rotting and corrupting across dozens of 3.5" floppies strewn around the house. I made a pact with these, I love them a lot (seeing as how I'm a Gundam freak, and a Milli glomper). Besides, if I don't, God knows how I'll keep it nourished, and then it will wither and die, and leave me completely uninspired, and then I'll be up the creek should I decide to take a creativity-based vocation.
*puts on one of those explorer's hats and treks out the door* I am off! First stop, ME!
*A little white Amphiptere[1] puffs into existence and levitates a sign in front of it*
"This ought to be fun..." ^_^ *devilish grin with sharp, scary teeth*
Owari sho ichi. / End of chapter 1.
[1] Amphiptere: a dragon that looks much like a flying snake with rainbow, opalescent, or iridescent feathers for its wings, mane, and the tip of its tail. South American in origin. You know it by Quetzalcoatl. Since the muse is white, it is opalescent.