As a verb, to muse is to consider something thoughtfully. As a noun, it means a person (or persons) who is a source of artistic inspiration.
To each of us a muse is something different. I know myself I don’t have a single muse. I have thousands. I am inspired by the air I breathe, the water I drink, the sounds I hear and the sights I see. A snippet of a conversation overheard on the bus can cause my literary genes to have a baby. And I am continually inspired by the blogs I follow.
I was waiting in a doctor’s office many years ago. I was comfortable. I wasn’t in the waiting room, I was in a very nicely decorated private office. I had forgotten my book so I was dealing with the one thing above all else that I try to avoid: boredom. This lovely office was adorned with many books. So I spent my time reading the spines of the books. Oh did I ever get a lot of ammunition from that. I borrowed a pen and started making notes.
I find that my life is easier if I always have at hand a pen and a piece of paper, or perhaps a tablet. I just need to be able to take notes because I am inspired by everything.
I’m constantly writing quips, short little burst of humour, inspiration, anger, observation. By this time I’ve probably written a few thousand. I don’t believe I’m overstating it. You see I started writing what I call quips when my mother was about to turn 75. I was writing them for her. But once I started I couldn’t stop. I wrote them for my sister, I wrote them for my father, I wrote them for friends and I finally decided that I needed to share them with a larger audience.
What started out as a way to make my mother laugh almost 20 years ago has blossomed into my Daily Quips. I have so much fun writing them! And I must tell you dear readers they’re often inspired by what you write. I’m not stealing your words, I’m just responding to them. You are my muses!