Author’s Note: So, I wrote this some time ago. I found the piece of paper amongst the first pages of Neferakhen, that is the book I refer to. This actually helped me, specially considering that immediately after I wrote this, I started the book and wrote the first 10 chapters or so… Hope you enjoy it and that is as helpful to you as it was to me. By the way, after you read this, go and find your muse, be it in writing, painting, drawing, or talking someone’s ear off. Believe me, you don’t want to keep your muse waiting.

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You found me, I don’t know how, but you did. I know you want me to help you. But, how do you expect to write a book if you don’t sit and write?

Nevertheless, here I am: your muse, your inspiration. What do you want me to do? Write my story? The story of the muses…

Let’s see, I guess you could say we began before the Christian era. We’ve been here since the Pharaohs, the philosophers of Ancient Greece and the senators of Rome. Hundreds of poems and prose have been dedicated to us, the muses. But nobody really knows who we are. Yet, we’ve existed since poems have been written, since theater has been performed, since in the heart of humans there is love.

We, muses, are the pinch in your heart that makes you grab a pen and paper and write, and then doesn’t let you stop. We are a part of you, we are what completes you, and makes you go insane.

In reality, there is not much to say about us, except that as long as feelings exist we are there.

My ancestors inspired Homer in The Iliad, and apostles and Christians to write their stories and teachings. We are you, but we do not exist. We are mysterious creatures that only exist in your subconscious.

You called for me, and I have come. I am your inspiration; the one that makes you skip letters, words or even a whole line of thought because I filled your head with ideas, and all you can do is try to keep up.

It surprises me that this has been the only time you called for me. You were afraid, I know that. I know it as much as I know that you are still afraid. Afraid of what others would say of what you write. Do not fear; write what you feel, what you think, what you believe in. It’s your feelings and your writings. Those who won’t like it don’t matter. Write for yourself, for your feelings, just write!

We muses know your desires, and your greatest desire now is to write that books. Do it, do not fear your ideas, and develop them.

It won’t be until you develop those ideas that you’ll be happy. And then you will realize that the inspiration wasn’t me, it was all you.

~Your Muse