I have been wondering whether you all have a muse. Well, as writers I presume you do, so I will re-phrase the question. Do you have a toy, or some such inspirational object, to conjure creative thoughts?
I will confess to having three who all live on my desk. I have a little stuffed rabbit that I mollycoddle and sometimes speak to (I’m throwing in a cursory evil eye here in case you get tempted to tell anyone). I also have a flat felt toy with yellow ‘hair’ who sits propped up against my mug of pens. She has big button eyes, small nose and cat-like whiskers. She reminds me of a sunflower and I am very fond of her.
Finally, there is Monsieur le Frog who is green in colour. He came as a souvenir gift from France and as a result has a very heavy French accent. Sometimes he speaks to me in French but most of the time he croaks in English. He says things like, ‘C’est magnifique!’ or ‘Ze girl is good,’ when he is pleased with me. Sometimes he comes up with a string of French expletives which I tend to ignore.
All my toy muses bring me joy. They are a welcome distraction when the going gets tough and I enjoy touching and talking to them. In fact they are responsible for this post. Honestly, they made me do it.
I have visions of bulbs taking public transport, walking through the High Street or propping up their muses in car passenger seats, to the bemused attention of onlookers. Be brave my bulbs, it is all for the ever worthy cause of having fun!
I’m really looking forward to meeting all your muses. In the meantime, here’s a picture of my button-eyed muse who alas has no name. Does anyone fancy naming her?