Category: Conversations with the Muse

  • Undone

    lilyPreviously on Betsy’s Blog….

    When last we met, all seemed to be well with Betsy.  She was happy, she was writing, and she was discussing newsletters with Harry, the white gerbil who is the Guide on her Quest.  She’s on her way, right?  Sure, there have been some bobbles, but there is no way in heck Betsy’s going to fall off her path again, not now that she is positive it is where she wants to be.  Right?  So what harm could there be for her to eat inappropriately for her diabetic condition by indulging in baked goods and ice cream?  It’s just a treat.  Just once.  Okay, just for one day.  Or perhaps two.  Maybe three…. 

    Uh oh.

    And a Dark Wind howls through Betsy’s brain.  And a Dark Voice whispers in her ear.

    Looks like we’d better go see what’s happening…..

     

    *The Muse walks down the corridors of Betsy’s brain*  *Seems hardly to touch the ground*  *Her face shines with fierce brilliance*  *She does not look like the young sullen girl Betsy has imagined, but instead is clothed in mists and dreams*  *She sings*  “You spin me right round, baby, right round.  Like a record baby, right round round round.”  *Shakes hips as she glides*  *Sees Harry standing next to a closed frontal lobe*

    Harold.

    *Harry quickly tucks his gPad tablet back into his fur*  *Bows*  Ma’am.

    *Muse settles onto a stool that appears behind her*  What happened this time?

    *Harry shrugs*  She fell. She decided she could just ignore reality.  I tried to call her back, but she didn’t care.

    *Muse frowns*  Yes, she didn’t listen to me either.  Was it food again?

    *Harry nods*  Yes.  She thought she could do “just a little” and “just once” and “only today.”

    *Muse rolls her eyes*  Oh, for God’s sake!  How old is this woman?  If it hasn’t been true before, it’s not going to be true now.

    *Harry grimaces*  I know.  I’m sorry, ma’am.  She gave herself permission to go off the deep end with her eating for just one day, so there was no build up this time.  One day she was on the path, and the next she was was drowning in a sea of sugar and fats and indulgence.  Her body chemistry went haywire and the Dark Voice had her.

    *Muse frowns*  I see.

    *Harry sighs*  Unfortunately this time she thought she had it under control, when in fact she was spiraling away further and faster than she has in a very long time.  I called to her, but she thought she was following me when instead she was following a false trail to fulfillment and satisfacton.  The Dark Voice sang, Obsessia tugged, and Fake Harry led.  *He shrugs*  She followed.  She accomplished nothing meaningful this week except to send her poor body into the mire.

    Misdirection.  *Muse rubs her forehead*  You let her go?

    *Harry nods*  Yes, ma’am.  This time I could not intervene because she had chosen to be so completely blind.

    *Muse shakes her head*  *Starlight sparkles*  It was for the best anyway.  She had to run the course, wreck herself, and come to the place where she realizes she has been the victim of Resistance and Lies.  She has to look up from the mud to see how far she has fallen.

    Yes, ma’am.  I believe she has reached that point.  She has resisted the food temptations for two days now.

    *Muse sighs*  Well, it’s a start.  Does she finally realize there can be no “just one” or “just now” for her where food is concerned?

    She realizes it today.  *Harry shakes head sadly*  But the Dark Voice is strong.  He calls to her.  The more time that passes, the less she remembers.  She will fall again.

    Yes, well, that’s humanity for you.  *Muse stands*  *Stool disappears*  For now she is back on her path, and that is all we can hope for.  But she has to be more aware of her health.  When her diabetes gets that far out of control…. You’ll talk to her?  

    Yes, ma’am.  *Harry bows*  It will be the next blog post.

    *Muse nods*  Good.  *Starts to leave*  *Turns back*  She still doesn’t know who I am, does she?

    No. She does not understand the depth of you yet.  

    *Muse considers Harry*  You haven’t told her.

    No.  I’ve allowed her to continue to view you as a cranky teenager.  I’ve let her think you are merely a wind that floats through her mind now and then.

    Why?  You know I sing to her, have always sung to her, as I sing to many people.  She has finally identified her Quest.  It might be time for her to know me more fully.

    *Harry shifts on his paws*  Yes, she has identified her Quest, but she must commit to it.  She must make a true commitment even though at this point much is hidden.  It is not a coincidence that as soon as she saw a part of the truth, she was attacked by her own desires.  That’s the test.  Every time she falls off her true path, the light dims.  She must realize that, acknowledge it, and decide to hang on, even when she very much wants to do something else.

    *Muse smiles*  She must choose.

    Yes.  *Harry returns her smile*  She does not see it all yet, but I think she’s beginning to understand, at least a little bit.

    How do you know?

    Well.  *Harry shrugs*  She wrote this blog post.

    Ah.  *Muse nods*  Good point.  *Sighs*  Well, I might as well go.  Her brain and body are still recovering from the latest abuse she has put them through.  She won’t hear me properly until she has had time to cleanse.

    *Harry frowns*  But you’ll come back, right?

    *Muse smiles*  Of course.

     

    To be continued….

     

    feather

     

     

  • The Muse Balks

    the musePreviously on Betsy’s Blog…

    Betsy has set out on her Quest to become an indie author with the help of her Guide, Harry.  Although in mythology, Guides for a Quest have traditionally been a white stag or rabbit, Harry is a white gerbil.  Well, that’s just the way things go sometimes.

    Thus far, Harry has proven himself to be quite helpful, not only in assisting Betsy to identify the objective of her Quest, but in pulling her out of the sugar-induced stupor she fell into after suffering a personal loss.  And it was in the dark caverns of Betsy’s temporal lobe that she and Harry encountered a mysterious and threatening Voice.  The Voice says it has been with Betsy all of her life, that it nudges her, encourages her to take inappropriate actions with inappropriate foods.  Betsy and Harry chased the Voice away, but are left to wonder if it will be back.  Will it be even more powerful next time?  Will Betsy be able to withstand its song?

    But those are questions for another day.  Now it is well past time for Betsy to buckle down and start churning out the words.  She has a schedule to meet!  How sad that her Muse does not work well under pressure and is starting to get obstreperous. (<–look!  big word!)

    Let’s join Betsy now in the spacious, well-appointed family room of her brain while she meets with her Muse and tries to figure out how to get this train moving along.  Just a little girl talk between friends.  Or something.

     

    Hello, Muse.

    Yeah.  Hi.

    *Betsy clears throat uncomfortably* *looks briefly at Muse sitting on sofa, then around the family room of her brain*  Wow.  Um.  Harry really spruced up the place.

    Yeah. *Muse shrugs* *curls deeper into sofa* It’s okay.  We have cable now.  And organizers from Ikea.

    Great!  Great.  *Betsy takes a few steps forward*  So, um, do you mind if I sit down?

    Go ahead.  It’s your brain.

    Right.  *Betsy perches on the sofa on the opposite end from the Muse*  *Fiddles with her gray matter*  So, um, I guess you’re wondering why I called this meeting.

    *Muse continues to watch “Honey Boo Boo” on the flat screen*  It’s probably because of the whole writing thing.

    Of course it’s because of the whole writing thing!  It’s just, well, you’re not always there when I sit down to, you know, write.

    *Muse jerks a shoulder*  Whatevs.

    Whatev–

    Hey, suddenly you want to be on a schedule and I’m supposed to just bippity-boppity-boo be there?  *Muse snaps fingers* Suddenly this little white gerbil Quest Guide is prancing all around calling the shots and he wants production?  Maybe I’m not caring about production or your little schedule. *makes air quotes*  Maybe I just want to watch this obnoxious kid on television.

    *Betsy stares*  You really want to watch this?

    *Muse shakes it off*  Okay, okay.  Not really.  I can’t stand the show.  But I don’t want to perform on a schedule either.  I’m not a…a… damn circus elephant or something.

    Oh, Muse.  *Betsy settles back with a sigh*  I’m not asking you to perform on a schedule.  I just need to have some kind of organization.  Like those Ikea shelves.

    I thought we had a good arrangement before.  *Muse looks at Betsy directly for the first time* You know, on-again, off-again.  When we were on-again, I’d show up when I wanted and you’d write and if you weren’t in a place where you could write, I’d just talk anyway and you’d go crazy trying to remember what I said.

    Yeah.  *Betsy frowns*  You still do that.

    And when we were off-again, you’d forget about me and I’d go shopping.  I’d have my days free, you know?  It wasn’t full time.  But now you expect me to be in your head at a certain time every day and that’s just so not me.  I don’t do restrictions.

    But–

    I’ve gotta be free, you know?  Free to fly like an eagle.  Free to be you and me!  Free, free, free!  *Muse flaps arms*

    Muse. *Betsy inches closer*  I want you to be free.  I want you to be able to dance and sing and play.

    Ooooo play!  I like play!  *Muse claps hands*

    I know.  I want you to be able to play and flow.  I don’t want you to be all bottled up until you’re knocking on the inside of my head driving me crazy because I haven’t been listening to you for weeks or months.

    Or years.  *Muse scowls and crosses her arms*  Sometimes it’s been years.

    I know.  *Betsy pats Muse’s shoulder*  And I’m sorry.

    Well, that’s great but what the heck does a schedule have to do with anything?

    See, if I’m going to be an indie author, then I need to write a lot of stuff and get it out there.  I have to be consistent.  I have to be organized.  And I have to hit a schedule.  So, when I need to write, I need to trust that you’re going to show up and talk to me.  Because if you don’t talk to me, Muse, well, I can’t do this.  I need you.

    Hmmph.  *Muse looks unimpressed*  What’s in it for me?

    Well…. *Betsy thinks quickly*  If you start coming around regularly, all of my creative juice is really going to start flowing.

    *Muse sits up straighter*  More juice?

    Yeah.  If I can get where I’m writing consistently every day, well, that juice is going to blow you right out of the water.

    Hmmm.  *Muse looks thoughtful*  I really like juice.

    I know you do.  *Betsy covers Muse’s hand with her own*  We can do this.  If you agree to show up every day when I’m sitting down to write.  Will you?

    Welllll….*Muse considers*  I’ll have a lot less free time.

    But lots of juice.

    *Muse considers some more*  And you won’t be mad at me if I show up and you still don’t hit your production schedule?

    No.  All you have to do is inspire me,

    *Muse watches her* And you promise you’ll keep showing up?

    Yes.

    *Muse thinks for several long moments*  *Nods slowly*  Okay.  As long as you show up, I’ll show up too.

    That’s great!  Thank you.  *Betsy grins*  Let’s go squeeze us some juice.

    After the show.

     

    To be continued…

    juice

  • Derailed?

    derailed_trainPreviously on Betsy’s Blog…

    Betsy and Harry, her Quest Guide, determined that the first step Betsy needs to take to become a successful indie author is to write more.  They also discussed Betsy’s production schedule and decided Betsy would finish the first draft of her work in progress by May 11.  Unfortunately, in the meantime Betsy experienced a heartbreaking loss.

    But now we are left to wonder – has Betsy been able to write at all?  Has her grief blown her schedule completely out of the water?  Is her life totally off track?  And why is her trash can full of empty ice cream containers and plastic cheesecake trays?  Why are more and more sugar molecules zipping through Betsy’s brain?

    Join us as Harry tries to figure out what’s up with Betsy…

    *snore* *grumble* *snore*

    Geeze, is that the Muse?  *Harry scampers closer to an old, ratty, pull-out sofa shoved into a corner of Betsy’s brain* *pulls himself up on a cushion so he can see the face of the sleeping woman*  Oh, man.  It is her.  Muse?  *reaches out with a paw and pokes the Muse in the face*  Wake up.

    *grumble* *snort* *Muse blinks eyes open*  *pushes herself up on her elbow* *looks down at Harry*  Oh.  Hey.  *collapses back on the sofa*

    You gotta get up. *Harry pokes her again*

    Can’t.  Too.  Tired.

    Well, get over it! *Harry climbs on Muse’s chest and glares down into her face* You should be helping Betsy write.

    *Muse swats at Harry, but he jumps away*  Too bad.

    Whaddya mean, too bad?  *Harry sits back on hind legs* *folds forelegs across chest* We’ve got goals.  A schedule.  I mean, I know she’s been through a lot lately and she’s a total wreck–

    *Muse turns her head away*  Poor little kitty.

    –and that’s only to be expected.  But we have to get her working again.  You and I both know that writing is going to help.  You saw how much better she felt after writing Sunday’s blog post.  She NEEDS to write or she’s gonna go nuts!

    *Muse props herself up on her elbows again*  Look, I know that, and you know that, but SHE doesn’t seem to know that.

    *Harry frowns*  She doesn’t?  What’s going on?

    *Muse rolls her eyes*  Oh, come on.  Don’t be stupid.  You live in this brain too.

    Well, I know she’s been grieving.  *Harry shrugs uncomfortably*  I’ve kind of stayed away, if you want to know the truth.  I hate it when a chick cries.  I never know what to say.

    Oh, GREAT! *Muse flops back on the sofa and stares at the ceiling of the brain*  The one time she needs a freaking Guide and you run away.  Such a typical man.

    Hey!  I’m a gerbil here!  *Harry paces back and forth on Muse’s chest* So you’re telling me she’s still all screwed up?

    Well, duh.  *Muse yawns hugely* Uh oh.  Here comes another dose of sugar and chemicals.  She’s self-medicating again. I’ll be asleep in… a… second…

    *Harry stares at her*  What the hell are you talking about?

    Go to the *yawn* temporal lobe…and…see…. *snore*

    Huh.  *Harry pokes at the Muse*  *Muse grumbles and turns on her side* *Harry jumps nimbly to the floor before he gets squashed*  Darn it, what the heck has Betsy gotten herself into now?

    *Harry ducks flying molecules of sugar and chemicals and serotonin* *Floor of brain begins to quake and then break apart*

    What the heck?  *Harry grabs onto the basal ganglia to keep his footing* *Electrical sparks fly from cell to cell*  Oh my gosh!  *Harry makes a break for the temporal lobe*  Betsy!  Betsy, what’s going on?  Betsy!

    *Harry makes a leap down a neural pathway* *dives into temporal lobe* *comes to a skidding halt*  *stares*

    Betsy?

    HELLO.

    Who the hell are you?

     

    To be continued….

     

    harryonorange

  • Memories

    the museO Coffee, my CoffeeBetsy    …and then do you remember how the Muse got all caffeinated and we laughed and laughed because she was just chattering and jumping around…

    Muse     I was not!

    Betsy    You certainly were! After that typing session my arms were so sore I couldn’t even take off my glasses!

    Coffee   *chuckles* *kisses Muse on cheek* Ah, ma Cherie, you did indeed zip around Betsy’s brain like you were on amphetamines.

    Muse     When all I was really on was you, pookie *snuggles into her cup*

    *general laughter*

    Betsy     Good times. Good, good times. *sip*

    Coffee    Here. Let me bring you another mug of myself.

    Betsy     No, no. I’m good. I have to get up tomorrow and go to *sigh* work.

    Muse     Um, we didn’t want to say anything, but Coffee and I have noticed you haven’t been spending nearly as much time with us this week as you did last week.

    Coffee    Yes, ma petite. You’re back to only drinking three or four pots of me a day, and a lot of that is *shudder* decaf.

    Betsy      I know. How well I remember those full caf days we had last week. I ran and ran and ran….

    Muse      And now I try to buzz in your mind, but you’re too busy thinking about, like, marketing. And it’s so dark in your brain now. And cold. And vacant.

    Betsy     O Muse, I know it’s frustrating for you. Just stick with me, honey, okay? Last week I could leave the lights on in my brain all the time.  This week we’re back to working with strobe lights.

    Muse      *pouts* Well I don’t like it. I want you to spend all of your time thinking about me.

    Coffee    And I want to give you the energy and excitement you had while you were hiding in your house like ze mole.

    Betsy     I can’t. I just can’t. I have to be grown-up about these things *stomps foot* And that means I have to, you know, work. Make a living. Pay bills.

    Muse      I thought *I* was your living. 

    Betsy     Sadly, no. In the regular course of life you, my sweet Muse, must share your space with thoughts of *sip* marketing.

    Muse      Humph.

    Betsy     And you, my bold friend Coffee, must share my refreshment, not only with decaf, but with *sip* water.

    Coffee    Merde!

    Betsy     Tell me about it.

    *silence*

    Muse      But when the strobe lights are on, they’re all on me?

    Betsy     You’re like a stripper doing a pole dance, baby.

    Coffee    And you may drink water, but you won’t drink…tea. Will you?

    Betsy     Never!

    *Coffee and Muse exchange a look*

    Coffee    Okay. I’ll be there when you brew.

    Betsy     Thank you, Coffee. And Muse? Will you desert me?

    Muse      Not… yet.  

    Betsy     I love you both so much. And remember – we’ll always have vacation. We didn’t… we’d lost it…we got it back when you came to Casablanca.

    Coffee    Casablanca?

    Betsy     I mean, the Palatial Horvath Estate.

    Coffee    Palatial?

    Muse     And we’ll only have vacation if you stop spending your precious time off vacuuming and mulching.

    Betsy     Hmmm.  Oh, okay. If you insist.

    talking to coffee

     

  • The Muse Has A Date

    the museHi, Betsy

    Oh hey!  Hi, Muse!  How are you?

    Fine.  Um.  Nice to see you.

    You seem a little uncomfortable, Muse.  What’s up?

    I have to, um, tell you something.

    Oh.  Well, go ahead.

    I’m, well.  I’m, um, seeing Coffee.

    You’re…what?

    I’m seeing Coffee.  We’re kind of, you know, dating.

    You’re dating Coffee?  I thought you were dating the Blogosphere.

    Oh, well yeah.  I see Blogosphere sometimes too.  But he’s so controlling.  “Do this.  Go here.  Look at this.” WhatEVER.

    Okay, but–

    See Coffee, he’s, well he’s into me.  He GETS me.  He takes me to a whole new level.

    I understand that, but I thought…Well, I kind of thought I was seeing Coffee.

    Oh you are.  I’m in you.  Coffee’s in you.  You bring us together.

    Are you saying I’m just the middle man?

    No!  No…you’re…important.  Really.

    Really?

    Really.  And because you’re so important, we need your help.  Coffee really wants to take me out to the coffee shop today.

    Um–

    ‘Cause, see, it’s Valentine’s day and he wants to do something special.

    Well–

    He wants me to meet his family.

    But–

    His mother, Betsy.  He wants me to meet his MOTHER.  And maybe the grinder too.  Maybe even the brewer!

    That’s great, but–

    We can’t do it without you.  We’re both depending on you!

    Okay, wait.  You’re asking me to facilitate your Valentine’s Day date with Coffee?  Even though you’ve stolen him right out from under my nose?  Even though you’ve ripped his mug from my lips?

    Yeah.  I want you to take us to the coffee shop and drink a lot.  We need some alone time.

    Hmmm.  Well, okay.  I’m a sucker for young love.  Let’s do it!

    Just like that?

    Just like that!

    You do realize the fact that you won’t fight for your man is probably one reason you’re still single, right?

    What’s your point?

    Just checking.  I need to go grab some creamer.

    Make it whipped cream.  It’s Valentine’s Day.

    You’re such a romantic.

    Yeah.

    Coffee

  • Calming The Muse

    the muse

    “she thought that maybe she was wrong–“

    Muse

    “but when she looked into his eyes, she–”

    MUSE!

    WHAT? I’m working here!

    Would you mind not talking to me right now?

    I just have to get this thought out–

    I’m driving, Muse. And I don’t have a voice recorder because I can’t stand the sound of my own voice so anything you say just floats around in my brain.

    And this is my problem?

    Well–

    Look, you’re the one who slapped me around until I woke up again. I was having a great time fat-assing on the sofa. And now, here I am, up and running, and you want me to be quiet?

    It’s just — WHOA! Deer!

    Pretty.

    Look, I can’t concentrate on my driving when you’re talking to me. And since you already ran me ragged this morning, I’m late for work.

    Work, shmirk. What’s more important, work or me?

    You’re important. Very — YIKES! POTHOLE! *bounce, bounce, bounce*

    Would you watch it? That took out my kidneys!

    Muse, I like talking to you. I love talking to you. But can we please, please, please, PLEASE not talk right now?

    Sure. How about I make you forget everything I was just saying and refuse to repeat it?

    No!  *clears throat* I will remember everything the Muse says when I have time to write it down.  I will remember everything the Muse says–

    What the hell is that?

    It’s called positive thinking.

    *snort* Please.  Like that’s going to work.

    Okay. *deep breath* Can we both just calm down here?

    I’m calm. I’m freaking calm. I’m so calm I’m going to shut up…. FOREVER!

    NO! Please no. But if you could– AHHHH! “Sorry Ma’am!”

    *chortle* Wow. That old lady gave you the finger.

    Oh, for heaven’s…  *clears throat* *hehhh hummm* *sings* Go to sleep…go to sleep….go to sleep little Musie…

    Oh, come on.

    *still singing* Go to sleep…go to sleep…and talk to me la-ter…

    That’s so *yawn* lame

    *croons* Go to sleep, little Muse and talk to me at the ‘puter…

    I guess I am a little tired *knuckles eyes*

    *warbles into higher range* Go to sleep, little Musie…shut up for riiiiight now…

    *snore*

    Thank God.

    *drives in silence*

    What was she saying again? It was…no…wait. What was it!?!

    GAH!!!!!

    car