Musings of Muses
*Notes: Stuck in a rut...So what better to do than write about how you're stuck in a rut?? Bad writing, but it could be funny. So..my muse. And a few other select muses.*
Sitting in the little world of rolling hills and trees and horses and cool stuff above Valdemar (since that is what the author is reading currently), are a few muses who are...musing. What else?
Feathers (oooh...guess who that is) sits leaning against a tree, idly picking at a nail. It's /so/ nice to relax after that horrible NaNoWriMo month, where her little author never did pick up on such a good idea and finish her novel. Mrrgumble. Bingbingbing. A small bell goes off - almost like an alarm clock. You've always wondered how muses know when they need to send off those ideas. "What does she want now?" asks the muse with a shout, sitting up straight and hitting her hand against the ground.
Friends sitting around her look over in startlement. Trau raises an eyebrow amusedly," Stuck for ideas again, huh?" (Yeah, I had to put you in Trau).
A dry look earns a dry retort of," At least when I get ideas they don't involve making out with certain FFX characters." Pointed look. Eyebrow raise.
"Write something about Teddy," impishly suggests a short red-headed girl who could be none else than our favorite little leprikaun Charlotte, eyebrows waggling as she drops down from a tree branch to join the others on the grass.
"Gods no. Would you have yours write something about Matt?" Feathers is obviously referring to Char's muse-ee.
"Yeah."
"You would." Feathers rolls her eyes, calling over a couple others. "Brainstorm time!" As that is what they do best, isn't it? They sit in a circle in the grass, Gwenna, resident Companion and Valdemar representative joining them, who also tends to follow around our author and give her someone amusing to write about and add to her stories sometimes, joins them. "Alright. Topics?"
Valdemar. As if that wasn't obvious who it was coming from. Eyes all turn to the big white hors- err...Companion.
"Right. Uh...Tamora Pierce?"
"Nah. She's rusty on that."
"An original."
"Can't think of anything."
"Duhhh. FFX. Dune. What else?"
Pointed eyebrow raise.
"Put Teddy in a Herald's body and toss him in pre-Talia time somewhere after Lavan and mebbe before or during Skif?" Coming from Charlotte, of course. Who adds in high amusement," Flutter!"
Another pointed look from Feathers hushes the girl, but she pauses a moment to ponder on the idea. "I like it. Although...For timing? Trainee...Promoted to Herald sometime when Skif gets there."
Hands are clapped together in delight," Lovely!"
That solved they all sit back a bit. Good. Now maybe they can break again. Bingbing. Damn bell.
With a sigh the muse of the author in question continues,"Okay then. On the subject of names..."
*Notes: Stuck in a rut...So what better to do than write about how you're stuck in a rut?? Bad writing, but it could be funny. So..my muse. And a few other select muses.*
Sitting in the little world of rolling hills and trees and horses and cool stuff above Valdemar (since that is what the author is reading currently), are a few muses who are...musing. What else?
Feathers (oooh...guess who that is) sits leaning against a tree, idly picking at a nail. It's /so/ nice to relax after that horrible NaNoWriMo month, where her little author never did pick up on such a good idea and finish her novel. Mrrgumble. Bingbingbing. A small bell goes off - almost like an alarm clock. You've always wondered how muses know when they need to send off those ideas. "What does she want now?" asks the muse with a shout, sitting up straight and hitting her hand against the ground.
Friends sitting around her look over in startlement. Trau raises an eyebrow amusedly," Stuck for ideas again, huh?" (Yeah, I had to put you in Trau).
A dry look earns a dry retort of," At least when I get ideas they don't involve making out with certain FFX characters." Pointed look. Eyebrow raise.
"Write something about Teddy," impishly suggests a short red-headed girl who could be none else than our favorite little leprikaun Charlotte, eyebrows waggling as she drops down from a tree branch to join the others on the grass.
"Gods no. Would you have yours write something about Matt?" Feathers is obviously referring to Char's muse-ee.
"Yeah."
"You would." Feathers rolls her eyes, calling over a couple others. "Brainstorm time!" As that is what they do best, isn't it? They sit in a circle in the grass, Gwenna, resident Companion and Valdemar representative joining them, who also tends to follow around our author and give her someone amusing to write about and add to her stories sometimes, joins them. "Alright. Topics?"
Valdemar. As if that wasn't obvious who it was coming from. Eyes all turn to the big white hors- err...Companion.
"Right. Uh...Tamora Pierce?"
"Nah. She's rusty on that."
"An original."
"Can't think of anything."
"Duhhh. FFX. Dune. What else?"
Pointed eyebrow raise.
"Put Teddy in a Herald's body and toss him in pre-Talia time somewhere after Lavan and mebbe before or during Skif?" Coming from Charlotte, of course. Who adds in high amusement," Flutter!"
Another pointed look from Feathers hushes the girl, but she pauses a moment to ponder on the idea. "I like it. Although...For timing? Trainee...Promoted to Herald sometime when Skif gets there."
Hands are clapped together in delight," Lovely!"
That solved they all sit back a bit. Good. Now maybe they can break again. Bingbing. Damn bell.
With a sigh the muse of the author in question continues,"Okay then. On the subject of names..."