An Interesting Writing Session With My Muse

Written By: Kaede Kinkade, with a little help from her muse.

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Disclaimer: Um. I own myself. Does that make sense?

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Rating: PG

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Authors Note: This is just some of my random craziness, due to lack of plot bunnies.

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Of course, things like this happen when I'm the only one around. You know. My muse never pops up while a friend is over or something. So whenever I talk about my muse people look at me like I'm crazy. So one day, I'm alone typing away on the computer, listening to music and drinking some mountain dew [my drink of choice] and out of nowhere, bam…my muse appears.

"Hello der petite." I turn around in my chair to see none other then Remy Lebeau…I blinked oddly pushing my glasses up with my index finger.

"Gambit?" I stated in my weird accent, I mean I'm from Michigan…I have a weird accent…trust me on this.

"Eh…technically no." He stated sitting down on my bed, pulling off a tan over coat as he did so. I poked him just to make sure he was real.

"Technically?" I questioned looking down for the first time to realize I look like crap, I mean it's almost six pm and I'm still in my night cloths [boxers and a long sleeve shirt] not to mention I have no makeup on and my hair looks like I put my finger in an electrical socket.

"Well, Remy here isn't actually de' Remy dat' you know." He started while I was still poking his leg slightly. "You see, Remy here is yer muse. Remy be giving you plot bunnies and support when you need it. Remy here is a different version then de comic books. Completely different." He explained to me as I yawned.

"So then, that means you're the person that makes me create stories?" I asked while turning around in my chair to answer an IM from a fellow author, [LizzyTheLizzar check her out…a big humor writer.]

Remy apparently didn't like the fact that I turned my back to him, suddenly he appeared sitting on my computer desk, after sweeping some printouts and empty can's of soda to the floor. I glared at him slightly…now my floor was messy. Oh well.

"Remy be one of de people dat helps wit' yer stories." He explained while taking off his sunglasses, seeing as my room is relatively dark, I mean I do have sheets covering the windows.

"Only one? You mean I have more muses other then you?" I asked with my brows raised as I leaned back in my chair placing my arms over my stomach.

"You have a muse for each different fandom you write for. Remy be yer X-Men muse." He explained flipping a playing card through his fingers causing my eye to twitch slightly.

"Oh so you're the reason I can't create another chapter for my evolution fanfic, Standing By The Bridge?" I all but yelled at him causing Remy the Muse to drop the playing cards to the floor.

"Eh…Remy don't like the direction it be going…first off you have an original character. Not to mention she be all bad ass like…an' Scott has a crush on her…an' Logan is her father…an' Magneto be after her. Remy tinks dis is becoming a MARY-SUE"

[insert booming music hear]

"A…a…Mary-Sue?" [More booming music] I couldn't believe his words. My fan fiction story has twelve good reviews! None said anything about my main original character being a Mary- Sue! [more booming music]

"Yes, although there are ways to make sure dat she doesn't become one…like, don't let her get wit' Scott, even though she has a crush on him…an' make sure that Logan an her aren't all buddy like now dat she knows he's her father. See where Remy be going wit dis?"

I simply nodded and then punched his shoulder.

"Don't scare me like that. I thought I just wrote six chapters about a Mary-Sue" [booming music] "And why is there music after we say Mary-sue?" [More booming music]

Remy looked around and I stayed put, hearing someone shout at me to turn down my music. Hmm, better not say Mary-sue [booming music] or…think it. Remy was now thumbing through my Buffy The Vampire Slayer, Watcher Guide Vol. 2, I watched as a smile toyed at his lips as he turned the open book around to show me some pages that I had highlighted.

"What? It's so that I can write better fan fiction…" I defended myself and he just laughed deeply.

"Remy know what it's for Kaede, but Remy also know dat you don't need a book. Why not have someone straight from the show…another muse…" He stated flipping the book closed and setting it back on my desk as I heard another person behind me.

"Cajun is right luv…ya need someone from the source…"

And then I woke up from a dream, laying on my bed, my head buried under pillows and my blankets near my feet. It was a dream? Or was it? Maybe that's how muses work? Hmm, I suddenly have an idea for a Buffy the vampire slayer fan fiction…