[Editor's Note: There is a "voice" that talks to me inside my head ... some would postulate that there are several voices in there. The one I recognize, I call Muse, but other people might call Her the "Inner Child." She is definitely that. Talking to Her is a bit like talking to a seven year old, but without Her I have no creativity, so I put up with it. Perhaps YOU have an "Inner Child?" What does your inner child want to do when it "plays?" Recently, we took a trip to the library, and this is what transpired.]
Oh, lookit! There’s those “reader statues!” Can we stop and take a picture?
Sure, Muse. Here you go.
Perpetual readers
Wait! That’s not good enough … I want a picture of me with the statues.
I can’t take a picture of you “with the statues” — you are me, silly.
Oh, yeah. Well, then take a closeup of the little girl. She looks like me, doesn’t she?
Yes, she does. Her mouth is open and she looks like she isn’t paying attention.
She’s pondering!
She is pondering.
Wait just a doggone minute… that’s just the book drop! Aren’t we going to go inside?
I’m sorry, Muse. We don’t have time to stop. I just want to return these books.
But, then I won’t have anything to read!
Eric was kind enough to get us a Kindle for Christmas, and you can read in that.
Ohhhhh! All you ever download is that free stuff! I don’t want to read free books.
Then you don’t want a library book. Library books are free.
Not when you check them out. You always turn them in late and the fines are humongous. You could buy me a new Janet Evanovich book with that money!
We have errands to run. I’m not stopping.
I wanna go to the library! IwannagotothelibraryIwannagotothelibraryIwannagotothelibereeeee!
HEY! Stop whining! You don’t want to go to the library. Don’t you remember what Jessica The Rock Chick said?
*sniff* Huhn uhn. What?
She told us that she found a booger as a bookmark in a library book! You don’t want to touch somebody else’s boogers, do you?
EEEwwee! I don’t even want to touch yours.
Well then, there you go.
Then, can we go home and play dress up? I wanna be a pirate! Can we, huh? IwannabeapirateIwannabeapirateIwannabeapirateIwannabeapIIIIIrate!
NO! YOU ARE NOT GOING TO BE A PIRATE. That’s final!
Can I be a wench?
I dare say you already are.
[Editor's Note: The Muse is impossible. I can't live with Her and I can't live without Her! Please tell me that I am not the only person with a creative voice inside my head. The only other person I know who hears voices sleeps in a doorway downtown at night!]
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Love it.
Thank, you … but, Kara, you didn’t admit that you have an inner muse. I guess I’m all alone in that?
love this post!
I not only have an Inner Child, I apparently have Inner Children, one from every development life stage
Reading a pile of Inner Child books at the moment, it fascinates me and my children hehe.
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I’m surprised your “children” find it fascinating. My Inner Child would think that the less I knew … the better off she would be!
I do have an inner child
I know full well that you do, my friend. Did I tell you that I downloaded an application to learn Spanish on my iPhone? I haven’t learned much yet, but the possibilities are there that one day I can “talk baby talk” in Spanish.
Your muse and my muse should be sent to a desert island somewhere until they learn a little patience. You know mine …. Miss “that’s something I want to know” AKA The Nag who expects me to drop everything and go chasing all over the internet until she’s somewhat satiated.
Maybe if we dropped them off in the library and never returned…..
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Honey, YOUR muse is never satiated! Mine can at least be subdued with chocolate…or coffee…or bacon.
I’ve definitely got a muse – and she’s a capricious little b!tch too. There’s just no pleasing her sometimes.
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Yours must be kin to mine
You know she’ll be a pirate in no time.
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She’s been a pirate … but she is always a wench
My muse disguises itself in a Beany-Baby Duck named Dinky. I would say Dinky is my inner child also. I love your tugs-of-war with your muse. OH… I got a Kindle also… love those free books
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I love the free books, but find that many of them aren’t in my genre. Dinky? I hope you don’t have the trouble with Dinky that I have with Muse. She’s not cool enough to have her own name — and don’t give her any ideas!
Oh thank goodness…I thought I’ve just been a crazy woman jabbering away to myself all this time…it’s really a MUSE! I wonder who she (he?) is???
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er… that doesn’t mean you aren’t crazy
Bwahaha. It was The Muse who said that, not me.