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[magic_in_genius]

I need a Muse, someone whose very presence sets my soul on fire and demands from me more than any mortal could possibly provide. I need a Reason, a chance to be who I was, yet so much more. I need an Audience, someone to take into account what I dream and remind me the power of words, and how even the hardest heart can be swayed by the gentlest of

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[amuseamused]

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I'm not sure you know what you're asking for when you say you want a Muse.

[magic_in_genius]

I am nothing but another man, overlooked by everyone, a talentless fool, without inspiration. No amount of talent or luck can overcome such a gap.

I need a reason to continue on, to press myself to be who I was meant to, no matter what the stars have prepared. I need that divine luck I had in such abundance before I found my Lady Doctor once again, and remembered she was indeed a mortal like the rest of us.

I refuse to give up and enslave myself to the drivel I churn out daily in order to pad my pocketbook. I refuse to be anything less than I had been meant to be, remembered for centuries.

[amuseamused]

Some of the greatest works in human history have been inspired by love thwarted. Why write the drivel at all if you've gotten some money already?

[magic_in_genius]

Ah, but the love was thwarted centuries ago, when Her Majesty forced us apart. And those pieces bared my soul for all to see. Yet, now, to have that same love thwarted again, sometimes I wonder how much longer I can take from that soul.

Or if I even have any right to.

[worseforfears]

Giving up hope is... miserable. Don't ever lose it. Even if it's the faintest glimmer of a hope that one day you'll know what you're doing, don't lose it.

I lost it, once, and... it nearly tore me apart. And even when I found it again, the only hope I had was full of so much pain before it got any better.

I don't know, I doubt this is anything you don't know already, but I thought it was worth mentioning.

There's always something worth going after. You've just got to FIND it sometimes, and that's the kicker.

...I met a muse, once. I ended up with more than an album's worth of music in styles that I usually don't even write, and it's some of the best stuff I've ever written, I think.

It was also a very physically, emotionally, and interpersonally taxing period of time, until the influence wore off. XD Watch out for them, they'll knock you down if they're not careful.

[magic_in_genius]

Hope is capricious at best, much like the nature of a soul. It glimmers, just out of reach, forcing you to tread the water ever so carefully, lest you get sucked in and end up floundering. It is best to let it come naturally, and not force it. Too many decades, too many centuries, and after everything, I cannot imagine that it would let up on me now. I have the hope and I have the drive, I just do not have the Muse. What fickle things the gods are, to drive away my pen at an old friend's happiness.

And inspiration is perhaps even more capricious than hope, I believe. It takes everything from your soul and lays it out, whether you wish to or not. Your pen is no longer your own, and neither is the world. Then again, when one is subject to these sorts of things, they are merely trials in the end.

I do not want to write myself into tragedy. But passion, while it has its merits, only comes with darker desires.

[worseforfears]

You, sir, are just as eloquent as I'd always thought you would be. :)

I'm a writer, of sorts. Songs, mostly. It's not much, but it keeps my mind flowing, keeps me from going absolutely BATTY. I get what you mean about inspiration though.

[magic_in_genius]

Perhaps, to use a modernism, "You can't live with it, and you can't live without it?"

And, miss, I would love to be subjected to some of your creativity.

[smithnjones]

Shakespeare, I'm sorry. it will get better. You will find someone lovely to be your muse. I'm sure.

I wish I could help more in speeding that up for you.

... have you ever heard about Speed Dating?

[magic_in_genius]

Brevity, while it may be the soul of wit, any smith would know, is not a cure for any sort of break.

Especially not when it is one's soul that needs mending. I will take what the stars have given me, and I will build, word upon word, until I have found what is in store for me. Still, what I have been dealt so far seems to be from the more mischievous of small folk.

[smithnjones]

I'm going to set up a speed dating event for anyone on the journals so that way you know you're getting someone that understands about wanderers and the like.

And you're going to attend.

And you're going to meet someone nice.

I command it.

[magic_in_genius]

Your command is far stronger than any goddess I have met yet. Who am I to deny such a request?