Musings...

[StruckingFuggle]

I wrote this in a notebook, sitting a Dennys while eating my dinner. Thoughts and comments are always welcome. This is almost a journal entry, but I'd rather post it for people to comment on.

"Behold, for the storytellers have evolved, beyond mere myth-peddlers. Behold the audience eternal, witness to every story told to a dozen around a camp fire or five hundred at the theatre; witness to every story untold in the echoes of the mind.
For the storytellers have found a hungry audience. An audience who has seen the shallowness to the basic Myth, seen beyond it to the complex shades and shadows, of the real stories."

And then I paused for a bit because the words started to come, and when they were, they were different words.

"For a moment, my muse spoke to me again. It was a moment of pure beauty, where I ceased to write as an author, and began to tell. There are writers, and then there are storytellers. Authors are like architechts. They design and build and then leave a possibly beautiful but ultimately hollow story. Storytellers, rather, plant their seeds of world and character and nurture it to grow as it would. These stories they then tell. These stories live. And for a moment I was a storyteller.
My muse is ... was ... is ... a beautiful and terrible thing, speaking in my minds ear what she shows in my mind's eye, how to cast the seeds I have wrought, how to tend and nurture them, letting them grow, with the occasional guiding touch. And then she guides my pen in the harvest; she guides my voice to tell the story true. A thing of beauty; compantion and guide, to whom I would gladly give my idea-seeds, so that together we would make amazing stories.
And there is a terrible EMPTINESS without her when she is silent and my seeds clatter upon fallow ground. A quiet emptiness, terrible and terribly lonely. When she speaks she is all and when she is quiet I yearn for her voice. For her to take the empty stories I cannot bear to make, and bring them to life, for our words to flow through me, to fill me again.
I miss her so."

The muse is the one who guides the pen in the harvest of the stories the teller has sown.

[Shyknight]

If your muse is so good at giving you stories, why don't you post one?

[Long Quan]

You're one of those people who hangs out at Denny's at 2AM, aren't you?

[StruckingFuggle]

[quote="Long Quan";p="217484"]You're one of those people who hangs out at Denny's at 2AM, aren't you?[/quote]

I would be, if I didn't have to drive an hour to get to a Dennys or an Ihop or even a non-chain diner (oh wouldn't that be nice?) ... stupid small midwestern town..