More Muse teaching

Lorelei* surprised me this time. I backed out of my garage in my usual morning fog to get ready for the commute. She stepped up and rapped on my window as the overhead door closed.

“Hey, give a lady a ride downtown?”

Lorelei has a way of getting what she wants, and a ride was probably the last thing she wanted. I’ve learned to simply go with the flow at this stage of my career. I hit the button and unlocked the passenger door. She walked around the front of the truck in her cutoffs and non-committal baseball tee-shirt, her raven hair pulled through an equally non-team specific baseball cap. She even had little baseballs painted on her nails.

If nothing else, she was always nice to look at.

“So what’s on your mind these days?” she asked.

“Short fiction.”

“Ah, the next Experimental Notebook.”

“I’ve run into a snag. I finished a micro-fiction piece this week that I really like. I like it so much that I think it deserves a second story.”

“I’ve kept track of the ideas I’ve sent your way. Which one is it?”

“I called it The Enhanced League. It’s science fiction about a future baseball league. Do you think I could pull off a second story in that environment?”

She turned toward me and batted her eyes. I realized I ‘d been played. The outfit, the cap, even the sneakers. “Why stop there?”

“Come again?”

“Why stop at two stories?”

“I don’t know, because a cluster of them doesn’t seem right for a collection.”

“Why not?”

“Experimental Notebook covers a broad spectrum. It’s all about my experimenting with new things, and sharing them. It would almost have to be its own collection of stories.”

“Uh huh.”

“Are you saying I should write a book of stories about The Enhanced League?”

“Why not?”

“Why not! Because I’m neck deep into other projects. There’s The Yak Guy and I’m not going to rush him. Then there is the next Experimental Notebook, and I’d like to do Macabre Macaroni on my blog again in October.”

“So do them.”

“And just shoehorn in The Enhanced League in my spare time?”

“No. Pull the story about the damaged pitcher and put it in a different file. Start making a list for that book.”

“It would be fun to have one about umpires, sportscasters, various teams, and players. I could explore the long term effects of performance enhancing drugs and computers calling pitches. Maybe change the whole game in small degrees like metal bats. Change the leagues to North and South, instead of East, Central, and West.”

“That’s my writer. You’re starting to get inspired.”

“I could cover an entire season by skipping from event to event. Then the book tells an overall story too. Baseball is full of triumph and tragedy, so it makes a good environment–”

“Don’t miss your turn.”

“Oh yeah.” I pulled into the parking lot. “Did you need me to drop you anywhere specific?”

“No, this is fine.” She reached over and kissed my cheek.

“What’s that for?”

“You’ve just been kissed by a Muse. It’s kind of traditional. Have a nice day at work.” She got out and headed toward the back of the truck. I looked in my mirror, because Lorelei is always attractive. She had simply disappeared.

*Lorelei is a genuine Greek Muse, my Muse. She’s been with me since before I started blogging, and keeps me pretty busy. My commute is where she does some of her best work.


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29 responses to “More Muse teaching

  1. Sometimes it’s small ideas out of nowhere that just run wild. Curious to see what comes of this one.

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    • I think it started with world building. It’s feeling like real baseball, but with a pro-wrestling flare. I’m kind of jazzed about it, but it will have to be one of those part time projects. It would be nice to release during Spring Training though.


  2. There must be something in the air because she’s been visiting me too. Despite the 17 month old leaving me no spare room in my head at the moment and Blake desperately needing an end to his latest mystery, I found myself creating a whole new fantasy world at the weekend. I think Blake will go on holiday after this next novel and I’ll try my hand at a bit of fantasy. Looking forward to reading your latest experiments 🙂

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  3. My muse never kisses me. No fair!

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  4. Your muse is nicer than my muse. At least mine does dress up. Too bad it’s a man.

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  5. I don’t know what’s wrong with me this morning, but I read “She even had little baseballs painted on her nails” as “She even had little baseballs painted on her nipples”, I was thinking – what type of muse story IS this?

    She sounds great, the right mix of inspirational and kicking you up the backside. There aren’t enough hours in the day Craig for you to write all that you want to write. Darn day jobs!

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    • Wow, gives a whole new meaning to keeping your eye on the ball. I need to restructure my book of shorts and come up with a folder for the baseball ones. I’ll get to it, because short form is something I can tap away at during the evenings. The novels take a bit longer.


  6. Seems you’ve been kissed by a Muse indeed! This all sounds very intriguing… 🙂 And Vanessa’s comment made me laugh, a lot!

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  7. Ali Isaac

    Uh oh! Just when you thought you knew where you were going, she ups and throws a spanner in the works. Sounds like you have absolutely no choice but to run with it. Good luck!

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  8. Ooh, I like it. Lorelei knows her stuff. If she’s behind the idea, I think you should get on board. Sounds like it could be pretty awesome!

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