(format corrected and simplified 1/15/08) "Don't ignore your muse. Pay close attention and do EVERY little thing she says and do nothing she advises you NOT to do." "Hey, Hey, HEY! This is my 'How To'! Don't talk to them directly!" "Are you arguing with ME?" "Um, uhhhh, nope. Not I. Ummm, would you mind if I started this again? I'll tell your part as you...
You: The Risk, The Reward, Is It Worth IT? Simone: For me it is, lets just start there. The risk, though, hmmmmmm. It's the darkness that blinds out the light. It's the pain that made me fear the twisted pleasure, it's the balance beam, the storm and everything in between. Can I handle it? Sure. I have no fears anymore, no doubts, but that's only because I...
One of the more intense periods of my life happened when I was searching for a new Mistress. I guess having been used as a slut for some time, and now being without a vicious Mistress I was missing the pain in parts of my body, especially my balls...but that was about to change. Meeting Mistress G for the first time, I was pleased to see all her description...
NaNoWriMo, National Novel Writing Month, is an interesting concept: write at least 50,000 words in thirty days or less, specifically during the month of November. With an average of 1,666.667 words per day required to remain on track to meet this goal, it truly is a test of quantity over quality. One of my resolutions for 2008 was to "win" NaNoWriMo, despi...
Where is my friend, my inspiration, my muse? Oh to feel his hands upon me, to stir up ideas begging to be explored. His tall dark body stands before me. Waiting for which fantasy we shall work on tonight. Shall he be the strict teacher teaching the young mouthy girl what her mouth is best used for, while bringing the ruler down on her bare ass? Her skirt l...
Who the hell would choose to be a writer? I hate it. I hate all of the doubt and insecurity. The constant fear of failure. The scathing self-analyses. My writing never seems to be good enough for me. I have all these great ideas in my head, which I can never seem to translate properly onto paper. And the worst part is when I sit here for hours, staring blank...
Thalia is mentor to the frustrated muses assigned to writers who don't publish stories but comment freely—and frequently harshly—on other writers' stories. She has dubbed this unlucky lot Muses to the Overt Commentariat (MOCs); they meet each Wednesday at their local, The Fleeting Muse. Two Wednesdays ago she mocked the commentators assigned to some of the m...
I want to be an actress. I have the face, the body, and now I have the attitude. The face and body I received from my parents, two wonderful, liberated, Americanized Swedes. The attitude I received from one Professor Francois Fantoche. Msr. Fantoche teaches the arts thespian in a small, decrepit looking structure just a few blocks from Broadway; it truly...
Good morning, My Muse. I'm writing this to you while you sleep. I will be gone when you wake up, but I promise you this: You won't be alone for long. When I return, it'll be with flowers in my hands -- the kind of flowers you like. You gave yourself to me again last night. I can't really understand my luck, and although you have been with me for two weeks...
Funny feeling, isn't it, when you bust a tough one? Triumph sure. Maybe a little secret relief that you pulled it off. But there's a fine sweet sadness in there, too, because the golden moment is behind you. For a moment in there you were God . . . And now you are a guy who used to be God for a minute, and will be again some day. ~ Mike Callahan * The woma...