What’s In A Name

Word of the Day Challenge: ATMOSPHERIC

When I want to write about

tortured souls

and desperate Demons

trapped in Hell

under a burning sky

Howling in grief

crying dry bloody tears

in passion and pain

I close my eyes

and picture the surface of Venus

Earth’s twin sister

A planet better called Hades

Named  after the Goddess of love instead.

Sandro Botticelli, The Birth of Venus

My Muse and Me

Word of the Day Challenge: Click

Years ago I was in a group of great creatives who were asked to visualize our Muse– what did your Muse look like? Sound like? Was it even human?

Once you  had that image in your head you could focus and ask,  what am I trying to write here? Who’s in this story? All those questions.

So instead of just talking in your own head, you could take it one step further and ‘see’  your Muse. It actually helped create my richer characters and it helped my with my dialogue.

 I found that when I had a face and a voice to bounce ideas off of my writing got a richer- and loads more fun. I was lucky. Me and my Muse clicked right off the bat.

So meet my Muse.

Nah. Just kidding. I went waaayyy out of the box and lucky me, because my Muse is awesome.

My  Muse inspired ideas might not be ALL top shelf ideas. But I can count on them showing up like clockwork and I don’t have to torture myself to get to them.

So to answer the question. Who did  pop into my head when I asked myself the big question-who is my Muse? Who inspires me to write, to have fun with my craft?

I closed my eyes. I took a breath. I sipped my strawberry margarita ( well, sipped might be an understatment and more then one might have been involved )

and –

Voila!

  There he was.

I didn’t over think the process, so I can’t explain the why my imagination roped this one in. Plus I don’t think it matters. Besides I probably have the same look on my face when I’m writing and really in the zone.

In case your not a Whovian, this is David Tennant as The Ghost of Christmas Present- and that character is who inspires me to write.

For a little background-

As we worked together over the years, the photo below illustrates how my Muse reacts when I’m about to kill a story or a poem because it’s not “perfect”

Ok. It’s true. Some pieces I’ve completed were less then stellar. But so what? I wrote them. I put time into them. Plus. I’ve -rewritten a few that turned out to be pretty good.

Besides, it doesn’t hurt to keep those around. It’s like when you were a kid and your parents would keep a growth chart for  you, or like mine they simply stood you against a wall and draw a mark over your head.

I like reading my early work. Some of it was not half bad at all – for a newbie.

This gives you the a taste of what it’s like having my Muse telling me that I can write, or not write but honestly. Which is the right thing to do? If I reach into that well of creativity what is the answer I’ll bring back up?

I would say, ” Look for pictures to post on Caturday. “

It works. Most of the time.

So this this is the Muse I talk to when I’m writing, who acts out the character’s parts in my head when I’m writing because this character  was fun and energetic and a little devilish too.

Plus he looked pretty cute.

Yes, I know.

There are probably deeper, more meaningful ways of approaching my writing. I could take more writing classes, I could read MORE great literature and absorb poetry like a luxury luffa sponge that you score at one of the expensive Spas that have security guards inside the door.

Or I could just sit back and ask my Muse- ” hey, are you up for a story about a serial killing Nan and the ghost of her demonic sister? What do you think, does that sound good- and he looks at me like this:

Guess what.

I’m going to start writing.

I’m not sure that this is the way this Muse thing works for everyone, but  me it works like a charm.

The Dark Bride

Song Lyric Sunday: June Brides

 

Some of us fall in love

and some of us just fall.

In both cases tears, passionate whispers, desperate promises made to God or even the Devil are involved.

In today’s Song Lyric Sunday prompt, I’ve decided to focus on the dark June Brides- they are not be as celebrated as the  traditional Brides, they don’t register for gifts, they don’t get parties or gifts of fancy underwear and honeymoons to tropical Islands.

But none the less they are Brides too and this song and the artwork I’ve chosen reflect that.

Gertrude Abercrombie

A Gillian Welch song sung by Michelle Foster

Lyrics:

The Devil Had A Hold Of Me

Now I was just a girl of two

Now I was just a girl of two

With a golden heart and a button shoe

The devil had a hold of me

The devil had a hold of me

I turned my head and I could see

The devil had a hold of me

There was something wrong with the butcher’s boy

Was something wrong with the butcher’s boy

He trembled in his hand and voice

The devil had a hold of me

The devil had a hold of me

The others knew to let him be

But the devil had a hold of me

Now the tailpipe spit and the engine roared

The tailpipe spit and the engine roared

I’s waving out the Plymouth door

And the devil had a hold of me

The devil had a hold of me

The old folks saw the last they’d see

The devil had a hold of me

I dreamed last night that my time was done

I dreamed last night that my time was done

And my soul flew up to the holy son

But the devil had a hold of me

The devil had a hold of me

I snapped back down when he pulled my lead

The devil had a hold of me

There’re those who’ll laugh and not believe

There’re those who’ll laugh and not believe

Until you feel that touch upon your sleeve

The devil had a hold of me

The devil had a hold of me

I turned my head and I could see

The devil had a hold of me

I turned my head and I could see

The devil had a hold of me

Gertrude Abercrombie

It Rained Cats and Dogs… Mostly On The Dog

Today me and Hamish went on a walk with our family around Bradley Lake.

We vowed to walk our dogs around he Lake or to hike the trails around the park rain or shine. We could all use the exercise, ha.

So today we got tested because halfway through our walk the sky opened up and poured rain by the bucket fulls.

After a year of being in lockdown, of gritting our teeth it and getting through the day- the rain felt so good. So did we rush to our cars?

Heck no.

I took my hood down and got soaked and yes- it felt good.

Here are some pictures that my niece took of my dog Hamish. I think the look in his eyes speaks volumes about how he felt about the day.

Anita Marie

Photo Pualani Knapp

Photo Pualani Knapp

Photo Pualani Knapp