Sandbox Challenge #23: Who Is Your Muse?

Here’s the challenge:

Write “My muse is…” and quickly finish the thought with the first thing that comes to your mind. Continue writing “My muse is…” and completing the sentence at least 15 or 20 times. Keep your pen moving. Don’t pause; don’t think too much about it; don’t censor yourself! Allow yourself to write things that are silly, stupid, profound, nonsensical…just keep going and see what you come up with. Most of all, have fun with this!

Then post your favorites in the comments below — I love it when you share your creativity!

Here are some of mine:

My muse is an anteater sniffing around to find the perfect anthill full of crunchy little creative ideas.

My muse is a banana peel waiting for someone to slip on it.

My muse is a ballerina with three legs, creating new dances that only she can dance.

My muse is a little girl with tights that won’t stay up and a pencil box full of stars.

My muse is a guitar made out of cardboard and rubber bands.

My muse is a crumpled piece of paper with the formula for happiness written on it in hieroglyphics.

My muse is a conversation between two people who don’t yet know their hearts have begun to intertwine.

My muse is a moonbeam grinning down at me from the dark night sky.

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11 Responses to “Sandbox Challenge #23: Who Is Your Muse?”

  1. 1 M. McGriff November 2, 2010 at 10:48 am

    I love these! Unfortunately mine aren’t that creative! (Go figure!)

    My muse is an Evanescence song.

    My muse is a lonely clearing

    My muse is a sunset I watch on my drive home

    My muse is a silly thing my husband would say

    This was a cool exercise! A great break in my day! 🙂

  2. 2 Suzanne November 2, 2010 at 1:56 pm

    My muse is a devious, manipulative minx who dangles the literary equivalent of a Twix bar in front of me then skips off into Anne McGaffrey’s ‘between’

    My muse is an exotic, erotic, sensuous creature of deep purple, darkness and pulsing infra sound

    My muse is a fish turning orange after a lifetime of being dark brown and glowing vulnerable in the pond while the heron waits

    My muse is a purring cat on my knee, until the fluff gets up my nose and the illusion is shattered by explosive expulsion

    My muse is diffident, hesitant, new, a novice at being a muse and so afraid of not inspiring

    Thar ya go. Better get my meds now 🙂

  3. 3 Patrick Ross November 2, 2010 at 3:33 pm

    Fantastic and fun idea!

    This one sums up the wrestling match I’m having right now with my muse (and I know I need to let the muse win):

    My muse is a pesky telemarketer whose calls always seem ill-timed.

  4. 4 stranglingmymuse November 2, 2010 at 5:34 pm

    Oh I love all of these! Thanks so much for sharing them!

    M.McGriff, I beg to differ — yours are creative! Each one evokes a different mood for me as I read them.

    Suzanne, lovely and vivid! I can tell you had a lot of fun with this.

    Patrick, I can relate. But sometimes telemarketers are actually selling something you want!


  5. 5 herby November 4, 2010 at 7:52 pm

    My muse is a beautiful woman with auburn hair wearing a gorgeous brown dress.

    My muse is a moonbeam filtering through the sky while I ride beneath her on my motorbike.

    My muse is the joey just spilling out of it’s mother’s pouch.

    My muse is my lover as she lies beside me in our bed gently caressing my hair.

    My muse is the gum tree that stands tall despite the battered years of wind and rain, sun and lightning.

  6. 7 Sheri November 8, 2010 at 8:15 pm

    My muse is dangling precariously close to the edge of a dusty trail of dirt and rocks winding its’ way toward the sky.

    My muse is the laughter of small, happy children — the good, crazy belly laugh type of laughter.

    My muse is the sound of a foot stomping country song that paints a picture of time and place in my mind.

    My muse is the look of a strangers eyes. What lurks behind those soulful windows?

    My muse is the smell of cool, crisp autumn air and the sound of the leaves scurrying across the ground.

  7. 9 Cynthia April 25, 2011 at 11:14 am

    My muse is a song on the radio that is stuck in my head.
    My muse is a plant without water or soil.
    My muse is a warm fuzzy blanket on a cold evening.
    My muse is a drought when my crops are dying.

    • 10 stranglingmymuse April 25, 2011 at 7:35 pm

      Beautiful, Cynthia. Thanks for sharing! I hope your muse spends more time as a warm fuzzy blanket than as a drought…


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