Meet The Muses
Today’s Brew: Vanilla Caramel Creme, but it’s going to be laced with Benedryl soon. Because pollen.
As writers, we all hope that as we sit down in front of our keyboards or notebooks that our muse will join us, whispering her genius into our ear. Without her, we are not as creative or prolific. Our songs are flat and whoever is listening will probably change the channel, looking for something more interesting.
Muses have partnered with story tellers since ancient times. In Greek poetry, many bards such as Homer and Hesiod thank the muses for helping them tell such epics as The Odyssey and Theogony. In Greek mythology, the muses are the nine daughters of Zeus and Mnemosyne.
Each Muse represented a different art, which most of their names can also be “associated” with:
C-all-I-o-PE …. epic poetry/song (CIPE=epic rev.)
C-lio ….. history (C.=circa/century)
euterpe ….. lyric poetry/song
t-HA-lmia ….. comedy
m-ELP-omene ….. tragedy
terpsi-CHORE ….. choral dancing
ER-at-O ….. erotic (ie.love) poetry/song
poly-HYMN-ia ….. sacred poetry/song
URAN-ia ….. astronomy
The muses speak to me often. They’re my main characters. It started very subtly, with Callie, Calliope if you’re trying to get on her nerves. I picked the name simply because I liked it. As Because The Night unfolded, I realized that she drew musicians to her, and made them more creative. She was their muse. What a happy coincidence.
Instead of working on a linear series, I decided to make a collection of stories about rockstar vampires and the muses they’ve drawn to them, The Night Songs Collection. In my current project, Night Moves, I am working with three muses. Melanie (my modernization of Melpomene) is trying to put her life back together after a tragic event changes everything. She reconnects with her friend Erin (my update of Erato) who is up to some saucy activity, and they have a run in with Polina (or Polyhymnia) who belongs to a secret organization. That’s all I can tell you right now. I have plans for two more right now, with Leah (instead of Clio) a historian, and Rayna (Urania) a fortune teller.
Since all of these lovely ladies become entwined with musicians, their patron saint is a real person. Pamela Des Barres, a famous groupie from the 60s and 70s who wrote many books about her adventures with various bands. This weekend, I’m headed out of the country to Toronto to attend one of her writing seminars. I think it’s important to my muses that I meet the woman who made it all possible for them.
I will have a full report next week when I come back!