|The Muses and Apollo, busting some moves.|
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
Muse Free Zone
“Oh, you write,” someone said to me the other day. “Where do you get your ideas?”
“My brain,” I said. “Why, where do you get yours?”
I hate when people ask where I get my ideas. Partly because I’m not a neurologist or a philosopher, and partly because what do they really expect me to say?
Oh, I signed up for this club. Every month they send me a new idea. And fruit!
My ideas? They’re not mine. The god-emperor Zork transmits them to me from his citadel on Omega Six, using the Pay TV satellite. All hail Zork.
I inherit all the ideas of my enemies when I kill them in battle and consume their flesh.
I sneak around the neighbourhood at night and steal the dreams of sleeping children using a butterfly net and black magic.
I only actually have one single idea, but it’s a master of disguise.
Because, you know what? Everyone has ideas. Every person, every single day. It’s just that some of us have got into the habit of cobbling a few of them together to see what interesting new shapes they make, and what we can do with them. That doesn’t make us more inspired or gifted than others, it just makes us more practiced.
I don’t have a muse. I have a brain that collects detritus I sift through later.
How about you?