I'm going to Kill ze Muse
Jan. 13th, 2005 04:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lissa_quonIts no secret I have lots of story ideas floating around in my head.
I've got that one Arabian Nights story and the one with demons and heroes and more drapery and stained glass then you can shake a stick at, then theres the twenties one where all innocents die in some bizarre Hitchcock-esque bit. Then theres the pirate one that I can't quite focus on right now, it evades me everytime I try to work on it.
Then there's Stab that's generally rather patient and I fiddle with it ever now and then but its always been rather low on the totem pole of priorities.
Until last night, when the muse decided to inform me of how exactly Crimson came to rent out that little shitty apartment and when the Antichrist first showed up, how he came to be there and who the previous tenant of the place was (I think he actually dated a character of mine from a splinter of an idea, his occult stupidity fits).
Though it appears that no one really knows why or where the previous tenant left, he either commited robbery and killed someone and is in jail or he just couldn't pay rent and got kicked out. Muse can't decide.
It even informed me rather forcefully at 4am why exactly Crimson's TV set is in her bedroom and why theres nothing valuble in the living room. Then it decided to politely add that the walls of the apartment are paper thin and that Crimson can hear the next door neighbors fight and she hears all sorts of things that can be taken wrong out of context. It also declared that the telephone in the apartment bears a sticker that reads 'this is not an exit' (something I read about on metaquotes yesterday and wanted to find a use for)
Gah, I sound crazy to no one who understands the muse or writing. I get so many weird looks when I explain about the skeleton and girl picture, 'shes just using him for his money'.
Please don't call the loony bin, I'm relatively harmless right now, just hand over the choclate and I'll let you live.
I've got that one Arabian Nights story and the one with demons and heroes and more drapery and stained glass then you can shake a stick at, then theres the twenties one where all innocents die in some bizarre Hitchcock-esque bit. Then theres the pirate one that I can't quite focus on right now, it evades me everytime I try to work on it.
Then there's Stab that's generally rather patient and I fiddle with it ever now and then but its always been rather low on the totem pole of priorities.
Until last night, when the muse decided to inform me of how exactly Crimson came to rent out that little shitty apartment and when the Antichrist first showed up, how he came to be there and who the previous tenant of the place was (I think he actually dated a character of mine from a splinter of an idea, his occult stupidity fits).
Though it appears that no one really knows why or where the previous tenant left, he either commited robbery and killed someone and is in jail or he just couldn't pay rent and got kicked out. Muse can't decide.
It even informed me rather forcefully at 4am why exactly Crimson's TV set is in her bedroom and why theres nothing valuble in the living room. Then it decided to politely add that the walls of the apartment are paper thin and that Crimson can hear the next door neighbors fight and she hears all sorts of things that can be taken wrong out of context. It also declared that the telephone in the apartment bears a sticker that reads 'this is not an exit' (something I read about on metaquotes yesterday and wanted to find a use for)
Gah, I sound crazy to no one who understands the muse or writing. I get so many weird looks when I explain about the skeleton and girl picture, 'shes just using him for his money'.
Please don't call the loony bin, I'm relatively harmless right now, just hand over the choclate and I'll let you live.
