I have found my muse.
Strange, to be a woman with a male muse - a "manly muse." At least throughout recorded history, muses (musi?) have always been female -- beautiful, mysterious, alluring, downright sexy -- or any combination of the above. Artists, musicians, composers, writers, poets, and dreamers have extolled the virtues of their musi and been inspired to create masterpieces.
Yet, I am a woman with a man for a muse. You might imagine that this makes for much fascinating and amusing musing. You would be correct.
My muse arrived on New Year's Day, two years ago, in the form of an admirer from a dating site. Who would have expected to find someone of such high caliber (see below) in a fishbowl of bland opportunities? He felt the same.
I had just starting seeing someone I met on the dating site; a lawyer, of all people, a subset of males I had sworn never to date since my days as a legal secretary. A nice enough man, but never married; one who valued his own space and freedom much more than a relationship. This brief union later proved to be a veritable font of amusing anecdotes that had my muse in stitches. (They will richly enhance this blog at a later time.) Our relationship started as a count-counterpoint as pen-pals, each egging on the other to more and greater musings and revelations. I hadn't written in so long, that I found myself shocked as it all came back to me in a rush of creativity.
My muse is everything you might want in a muse: intelligent, handsome, debonair, thoughtful, sophisticated, Southern, and charming. It doesn't stop there: hilarious, thought-provoking, supportive, loyal, generous, and well-dressed, and the list goes on and on. If he's often difficult to get hold of and travels too much, well, that's a small price to pay for his unparalleled muse-worthiness.
This blog has been created to amuse him. If, in the process, I garner a following of readers, I will consider myself fortunate to have added a few smiles to their faces.
May your muse be just around the corner
and put a smile upon your face.
- Mona L.