(not to be read by The Men in White Coats, so if you are wearing a white coat, try Steph's Blog, she'd probably appreciate the vacation. *winks*)
While I do *think* I'm a pretty normal person, I often feel the influence of extra voices inside my head. Or talk to invisible people that tend to hang around me. Before you think I'm completely looney toons, let me introduce them.
My Scrapbooking Muse (no name yet): a slightly frantic messy near-sighted woman who adores paper. She tends to take fierce control of my mind, blocking out all other thought processes, and makes me obsess over the perfect shade of cardstock to match pictures of Kyle eating pureed peas. Will disappear for weeks on end (I secretly suspect she vacations in Europe during these absences) and will return if I offer bribes of chocolate and expensive Club Scrap paper.
My Writing Muse (again no name, one of these days I should really ask these questions): a plumb woman who likes to recline on fluffy pillows and relax while I slave over the best synonym for "small". She demands large quantities of Mountain Dew and pizza rolls while I write. Prefers the 11pm to 2am window for her best inspiration. Also will appear while I'm driving down interstate at 80mph and give me a wonderful plot line that I can't write down at that moment and then I mentally kick myself later when I can't remember it. Does not like the Scrapbooking Muse (who tends to be dominant) and will go into hiding when the Scrapbooking Muse is in town. (I think Writing Muse vacations in the Bahamas with lots of fruity drinks and cabana boys)
My Guardian Angel (I've forgotten his name, something Italian): this one actually started out as an assignment during my Confirmation class. He's an interesting fellow from the Renaissance period in Italy (he maintains that Michaelango was a slob) and died tragically when a sword was run through his heart. He won't go into more details and the romantic in me hopes that he was in a duel to defend his lady love. He's most often present when I'm driving down interstate at 80mph and that pesky Writing Muse shows up. Also hung around a lot during my college years.
The Ghost in the House: a 1800's era little girl with long brown wavy hair and wears a flowing white dress. I've only seen her once and that might have been the paint fumes. Besides giggling and whispering occasionally, her other notable appearance is the strong scent of a wild flower garden. Greg scoffs at this one and she will only be present when he's out of town.
My Invisible Friend (Fred): Fred was a joke between me and my high school best friend Shelly. When a teacher would ask who were talking to, we'd answer "Fred" to avoid getting each other in trouble. I'm not sure why they let us off with that answer, maybe they figured it was better not to get involved. Fred is a 5'8" tall dark haired, plain looking fellow that wears glasses and tends to dress in brown and plaids. He's that quiet guy that you never really notice and is never ever sexual. He divides his time between Shelly and me still and keeps me company when I'm in waiting rooms and long lines at the mall.
I have a few other characters in my head: the Nympho (hehe, sorry no more details *winks*) and a Martha Stewart-like-freak who makes me organize my kitchen cabinets and search all over town for the perfect shade of blue paper plates for Zach's Spiderman themed birthday. My other main hobby is sewing but there seems to be no muse attached to that, I'm all alone there. So that's the current cast inside my head. If you happen to see my Writing Muse in the Bahamas, tell her to put down the cabana boy and come back to Ohio, I have some deadlines to meet.
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