Me & My Muse – Day 365: One Year and Counting

Well, I told her and she’s on her way.  My Muse is on her way to the Tower of Muses for a special “surprise”.  I didn’t tell her what the “surprise” is, but she’s really excited about it.  All I told her was that a “surprise” was waiting for her on the top floor of the Tower of Muses…

The surprise, you ask?  As a Me & My Muse one-year anniversary gift, I have decided to provide her with her own body.  Laying on the bed is a Muse that is ready to come to life.  All she needs to do is go inside it.

Muse (Day 122):  Is she here yet?

Muse (Day 55):  I hope she hurries.  Tee hee!  This is gonna be larger than life!

Muse (Day 33&81): I’ll say!  Tee hee!

Everyone.  Relax.  She’s on her way.  Until she arrives, you all have to hide.

*a flood of “okay’s” are heard in the room*

While my Muse is on her way, I might as well tell everyone my plans for today.  With it being day seven of the Thirteen Days of Al, I will be listening to Off the Deep End.  I will also be attending a Tuesday Talkers meeting at Toastmasters as a guest.

Shh!  Everyone in your places!  She’s on her way…

*dims light in room, until it turns off*

Ghost Muse:  What’s going on?  What is the meaning of this?  Why is everything so dark in here?  Kyle?

Me & 364 Muses:  SURPRISE!!!!  HAPPY ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY!!!!

Ghost Muse:  Oh wow!  There’s a bunch of Muses in here!  One from every past day, I’m guessing.

And…Did you look on the bed yet?

Ghost Muse:  What is this?  A Muse that is laying lifeless on the bed?

Guess.  What do you think it is?

Ghost Muse:  It is…Not alive…and…Wait a second!  Are you giving me my own body?

Happy anniversary.  That body will not come to life unless you give it life.  It is yours.  You don’t have to be a ghost any longer.

Ghost Muse:   I don’t?  Well I’m trying out my body right now!

*Ghost Muse flies into lifeless Muse, which begins to flash*

Original Muse:  I…I’m not a ghost anymore.  *sob*  This is the best gift that anyone could ever give me.   Thank you, Kyle!

*Original Muse gives me a big hug with her new body*

I have another thing planned.  All the other Muses, enjoy the show!

Original Muse:  Show?  Oh yeah…(The body was a big surprise, but I knew about the show…)

Are you ready?

Original Muse:  I was born ready.

Then let’s get started.  Muses, take your places.  Here we go…

This is a tribute to every entry that has been done in the past.  I wrote this just for you.  I hope you’re ready, because here it goes…

It started out as something ExperiMENTAL. About a guy who talked about jobs and pizza. Going to a 7-Eleven and getting a brain freeze. Working those long hours when vacation’s all he ever wanted. Burnt out from work, he spent a day at the lake.   He then reflected on the weekend aftermath. On his trip to the dentist, he opened up and said AHHHHHHH!!!!! And advancing to Boardwalk at McDonalds is not easy, when you only have Park Place. Discouraged and full of food, it was time to give the lawn a green haircut.

Original Muse: And this coffee really hits the spot!

And I’m quite sorry, miss. Coffee *sip* is NOT for Muses!

Original Muse: Says who?

Says me!

Original Muse: Yeah right!

Let me finish!

After his next cup of joe, he made it short and sweet. Telling Miss Obvious that she was out of luck. Presenting this news was MUSEic to his ears. A little tired, he retired to his bedroom for a good read. After a chapter or two, he went to his Muse and had a brief talk about pizza. But he changed his mind and made a homecooked meal. Payday came, and he decided to take it easy. L is for Lazy. Especially when it’s cold outside. It’s May for a day, and just another Manic Monday.

Original Muse: I wish it were Sunday! Cause that’s my fun day…

Are you done?

Original Muse: I just got started!

Well, I’m not finished!

Original Muse: Says who?

Says me!

Original Muse: Yeah right!

Me & Original Muse: Let me finish!

It was story time, which got the Muse excited. With the dinner and the movie, she also was invited. He reached the end of the story and the end of the week. Because when it’s Friday, he’s in love. But the love was shattered when he ranted about giving the grass another green haircut. It turned into the waiting game and he discovered another way to play it. Once again, he said goodbye to the green grass and checked his dumb phone.

Original Muse: Not a smart phone? Not an iPhone?

Just a dumb phone.

Original Muse: Just a dumb phone?

Can I finish?

Original Muse: No you can’t!

Are you done?

Original Muse: I just got started!

Well, I’m not finished!

Original Muse: Says who?

Says me!

Original Muse: Yeah right!

Let me…

Original Muse: Finish!

He was a pizza genius that had formatting issues. He told his Muse to grow up and dream on. She listened, and wished him a happy birthday.   He thought about the aftermath the next day. He then prepared a roast, going back to the beginning. He experienced a brief respite that gave him borrowed time.

Original Muse: But I still have plenty!

So do I!

Original Muse: Lots of time!

Finally done?

Original Muse: Not even close!

Can I finish?

Original Muse: No you can’t!

Are you done?

Original Muse: I just got started!

Well, I’m not finished!

Original Muse: Says who?

Says me!

Original Muse: Yeah right!

Let me finish!

He’s gonna need a leash for his out of control Muse. For work and Toastmasters make a perfect vacation. First of all, he must prepare a roast for his Muse. But even after that, she’s still hungry, feeling those hunger pains. And with a close call of near starvation, she’s in recovery mode. Do not disturb, she’s under house arrest, while the search continues with a day on and a day off.

Original Muse: But I never get a day off!

Really? Not a single day off?

Original Muse: That’s right!

Shut your trap!

Original Muse: Shut yours!

Can I finish?

Original Muse: No you can’t!

Are you done?

Original Muse: I just got started!

Well, I’m not finished!

Original Muse: Says who?

Says me!

Original Muse: Yeah right!

Let me FINISH!

He came, he saw and he lost. And ever since then, it’s been a downward spiral. So the nightmare continues and he can’t wake up. And with the Muse crying from growing pains, he’s gonna need a babysitter. And after he found one, he might as well make it “Me” today. With the Muse in good care it’s back to work, and he needs therapy, so let the Cureman cometh!

Original Muse: Here I am!

You’re not the Cureman!

Original Muse: Yes I am!

No you’re not!

Original Muse: Yes I am!

Just drop it!

Original Muse: You drop it!

Shut your trap!

Original Muse: Shut yours!

Can I finish?

Original Muse: No you can’t!

Are you done?

Original Muse: I just got started!

Well, I’m not finished!

Original Muse: Says who?

Says me!

Original Muse: …

Yeah right!

Original Muse: I better let him finish…

After a role reversal, it was back to reality with a basket case enjoying Summer’s last stand. With a day that he’ll never forget, the countdown begins. Now you’re speaking his language when he must begin a day. Tis the day for writing, where he’ll get a second chance.

Original Muse: Do I get a second chance to speak?

What did I tell you? I need to finish!

Original Muse: But you’ll never end!

Yes I will!

Original Muse: Whatever!

Don’t believe me?

Original Muse: I don’t believe you!

Liar!

Original Muse: But I’m telling the truth!

No you’re not!

Original Muse: Yes I am!

No you’re not!

Original Muse: Yes I am!

Just drop it!

Original Muse: You drop it!

Shut your trap!

Original Muse: Shut yours!

Can I finish?

Original Muse: No you can’t!

Are you done?

Original Muse: I just got started!

Well, I’m not finished!

Original Muse: Says who?

Says me!

Original Muse: Yeah right!

Let me…

Original Muse: FINISH!!! Tee hee…

He’s got an open house and then he’s back to work again with a breath of fresh air. Falling asleep on his bed he asks “What do you wear to bed?”   After a terrible nightmare, he wonders where his Muse is at. But he calls off the search for a lazy Sunday edition, following Fall Duties and stuck in reverse. The storm begins with the dreadful downpour.

Original Muse: But I’ve got my umbrella!

Interrupting me again?

Original Muse: Yup yup yup!

Stop stop stop!

Original Muse: No no no!

What did I tell you? I need to finish!

Original Muse: But you’ll never end!

Yes I will!

Original Muse: Whatever!

Don’t believe me?

Original Muse: I don’t believe you!

Liar!

Original Muse: But I’m telling the truth!

No you’re not!

Original Muse: Yes I am!

No you’re not!

Original Muse: Yes I am!

Just drop it!

Original Muse: You drop it!

Shut your trap!

Original Muse: Shut yours!

Can I finish?

Original Muse: No you can’t!

Are you done?

Original Muse: I just got started!

Well, I’m not finished!

Original Muse: Says who?

Says me!

Original Muse: Yeah right!

LET ME FINISH!! Really. This is getting old…

Original Muse: I’m glad it is.   Tee hee!

His Muse had a growth spurt, which resulted in a giant headache. The headache got worse when he had to raise a baby Muse. He almost made it, but not quite, so this one’s going to be short. He wants his old Muse back and he’s hoping anytime now that it’s about time to free his Muse. Only he’s trapped.

Original Muse: I’m trapped.

You’re trapped?

Original Muse: In this endless tribute.

But we’re almost done!

Original Muse: No! Almost a third done!

No. That’s another thirty.

Original Muse: Another thirty?

Interrupting me again?

Original Muse: Yup yup yup!

Stop stop stop!

Original Muse: No no no!

What did I tell you? I need to finish!

Original Muse: But you’ll never end!

Yes I will!

Original Muse: Whatever!

Don’t believe me?

Original Muse: I don’t believe you!

Liar!

Original Muse: But I’m telling the truth!

No you’re not!

Original Muse: Yes I am!

No you’re not!

Original Muse: Yes I am!

Just drop it!

Original Muse: You drop it!

Shut your trap!

Original Muse: Shut yours!

Can I finish?

Original Muse: No you can’t!

Are you done?

Original Muse: I just got started!

Well, I’m not finished!

Original Muse: Says who?

Says me!

Original Muse: Yeah right!

LET ME FINISH!!!!!! Please! We’re almost done…

Original Muse: With this number, we are! Tee hee…

He was forgotten, so he took one last chance. Now he’s on the run and getting inside. The long journey begins through the valley, ending with the final showdown. The Muse experiences two days of recovery and he looks outside. It’s a Tower of Muses and he goes inside.

Original Muse: What’s inside?

You know what!

Original Muse: I can’t remember!

You can’t?

Original Muse: I’m trapped.

You’re trapped?

Original Muse: In this endless tribute.

But we’re almost done!

Original Muse: No! Almost a third done!

No. That’s another twenty.

Original Muse: Another twenty?

Interrupting me again?

Original Muse: Yup yup yup!

Stop stop stop!

Original Muse: No no no!

What did I tell you? I need to finish!

Original Muse: But you’ll never end!

Yes I will!

Original Muse: Whatever!

Don’t believe me?

Original Muse: I don’t believe you!

Liar!

Original Muse: But I’m telling the truth!

No you’re not!

Original Muse: Yes I am!

No you’re not!

Original Muse: Yes I am!

Just drop it!

Original Muse: You drop it!

Shut your trap!

Original Muse: Shut yours!

Can I finish?

Original Muse: No you can’t!

Are you done?

Original Muse: I just got started!

Well, I’m not finished!

Original Muse: Says who?

Says me!

Original Muse: Yeah right!

Now we’re finished!

Original Muse: Awesome! That was great! Just like we rehearsed! Only I have this awesome new body that you gave me and I don’t have to worry about being a ghost anymore! Time to switch into my next costume! I’ll be right back…

And now everyone…The Metamorphosis! Everyone, brace yourself for the Metamorphosis!

Original Muse: All changed. Are we ready, Kyle?

Ready as I’ll ever be! Get ready for part two because here it comes…

When the new Muse came forth, he was blown away. Completely booked with fall activities, he raged how the grass kept growing with the leaves getting in the way.   After a long shift and a meeting, he must prepare for an interview. And with a long day and a headache, he agreed that it’s all relative. He’s preparing for tomorrow with greetings from Kalamazoo.

Original Muse:  That was good. Well done!

Thank you. Moving on…

There’s a Toastmasters Fall Conference aftermath, with a last shift that he said meh to. And he said “I am Error” when his computer went buggy. Let the creating begin. It’s a trick or treat with a brown haircut, and with a shorter head of hair, he’s falling back twice. Getting to his feet, he was dispatching leaf corpses which left him tired.

Original Muse: Amazing! Keep it up!

I will. Next!

And this is all you get when frustration held him tight. He is on the outside looking in, creating the road to success. “Do I get a day off, yet?” he asks, while he’s switching gears and saying farewell to foliage twice. School is back in session when he continues on his novel with an overdue meeting with a good friend. And due to time constraints he left the Shortest. Entry. Ever.

Phew! *drinks a glass of water* Ahem…

He received a leaf raking reward for taking it easy. And with a golden opportunity in Toastmasters, there’s another meeting tonight. It’s back to the pizza pit, where he shared a story about a pit, a ticket and a game night. And then it’s a long day with a snow way, which led to a productive day with leftover
Chinese.

Original Muse: Chinese? I love Chinese!

Isn’t Chinese good?

Original Muse: Absolutely. I love it. Go ahead. Let’s move on…

eBooks aren’t easy with Thanksgiving Eve around the corner. And then it’s Happy Thanksgiving and a shop till you drop. The Christmas countdown begins with a multitude of carols. O Christmas Tree adorns the family room with colonel’s recipe wrapping things up. And then, it’s time for a buffalo ranch chicken pizza with a long day and his first Toastmasters meeting in Saginaw.

Original Muse: I remember that. I’m so glad you were able to help that club…

So am I. Time for the second half…

Part jobs suck and migraines suck. In fact everything sucks when you’re down on your luck. But let it snow with snow problem. He’s dreaming about moving from job to career with two more weeks, and Smaug’s Desolation begins tonight. The next day was a hobbit hangover with congratulations for his sister’s college graduation, with an additional night reserved for the Survivor finale.

*sips a glass of water* Next page…

It was a chance meeting with a former college professor with so much to do and two opportunities. After work and an open house, he took a trip down memory lane – with a Christmas twist. Taking a page from Santa’s playbook, he was making a list and checking it twice. The true meaning of Christmas was something that he didn’t hold back. And then it’s all board to another poem. Twas the Day Before Christmas, he had his own version. Then he wished us Merry Christmas with all the excitement that was turning.

Original Muse: Maybe you shouldn’t try rhyming? No hard feelings, but it just didn’t sound very good.

I know. Moving on…

There’s no Christmas recap since the aftermath was the next day. Twas the weekend after Christmas, there was homemade Chex Mix. It was movie impossible with all the technical difficulties. And then a happy new year where he started off fresh. Starting the year with a toast, he responded with “wait! what?” Despite the confusion from the other night, he bit into a fiery sub.

Original Muse: Now I’m starting to get hungry.

So am I. We’re about half done! On to the next ten…

With a 100% chance of snow, using a snow blower is NOT cheating! Brrr was his response to the chilling cold with no time for posting. But he made a round trip, while he was waiting to exhale. He experienced the fresh taste of air with a friend visit and some job inquiries. After more agencies, he craved sushi with his brother and drove through a snowstorm.

Original Muse: I’m craving some sushi myself.

Me too. But let’s get through this first. Moving on…

With Doctor Who and more Munchkin, he delivered the short version. After his sister’s birthday and Toastmasters, he wondered where the jobs were at. In being so tired, he had a change of plans. “Not again!” he exclaimed when he looked at his self assessment. He’s preparing for tomorrow with some time to unwind at the Tower of Muses again for the second ascent.

Original Muse: Another amazing performance. All in one take, too! We only have 165 to go! Now if you would excuse me, I need to change into my next costume…

And now everyone…The second Metamorphosis! Everyone, brace yourself for the next Metamorphosis! She’s coming out of the cocoon…

Original Muse: All changed. Are we ready, peasant?

Absolutely. Brace yourself for part three of this epic homage to the entries of yesterday…

With new snow, there was a new Muse, who didn’t have a ghost of a chance. After the lunch break, he found two more jobs. He was so tired from another storm and another meeting. After a long shift at work, the hell is finally over. And he said “I am Error” once again, when his computer got a nasty virus. In part VIII, the Super Bowl was still extra large in the middle of a city.

Original Muse: Wonderfully mixed. Splendid!

I appreciate that. Moving onward…

He found an invention involving a fish and a borrower inside a castle. He freshened up in a nearby bathhouse and was cashing out after his much needed bath. In catching up on his network, he was going through the rolodex four times.

Well?

Original Muse: I’m speechless! Keep going.

After wishing everyone Happy Hallmark Day, his Muse asked him out on a date. As for a real significant other, he was singled out, crying “I am Error” one last time, when his computer had no more error. It was a busy week, where it snowed more. There was no time to put icing on the cake during Professional Improvement Day. He had just one last work hurdle before he consumed an awesome lunch. But after that, he was out of energy.

Phew! Another ten out of the way. *sips water* Time for the next ten…

After an interview, the wait begins. And after a false alarm, there was a late night Magic game and a conference call. It was a Frozen Friday, which made him so tired of winter. He had another day off, with plenty of things on his to-do list. And with Mardi Gras and a meeting tonight, he was taking the initiative – he tried not to fight.

Original Muse: That rhyming was a stretch. Better leave that to a professional…

I know. Moving on…

After assessment time twice, the grind continues. He was springing ahead, saying “It’s-a me, MAR10!”. Fired up, he had an interview and a job lead. “Enough with the snow!” he shouted as he was applying for another job. It was as easy as pi when he had an early shift.

Original Muse: Pie? I love pie! Especially the expensive kind. Not those peasant pies…

*sigh* Time for another ten…

There was no turning back and no holding back when his lucky day arrived. After having corned beef leftovers, it was time for Survivor night. He had a double case of spring fever, which made him so tired. With his busy work schedule, Sunday is Tuesday. And after the light at the end of the tunnel, there was an invasion.

Original Muse: An invasion of peasants. Can you please get lost?

No. This “peasant” is here to stay! Only 40 more for this set…

The invasion continued with an oil change. After he found another opportunity, he went to a movie and work. After midnight, he asked himself “Why am I still up?” He was taxed to the limit and ended this series.

That’s it!

Original Muse: Absolutely. Tis a shame, really. Even for a peasant…

April Fools! He had spaghetti and Survivor. It was a productive day with another paycheck.

Original Muse: It’s probably pocket change compared to what I make.

Who cares? This form is my least favorite, but let’s press on…

The overachiever strikes again, shouting “Happy Friday!” to everyone in sight. There was a Saturday Fiesta with a Sunday Movie. Little Miss Princess strikes again, when the spoiled Muse awakens inside her. Not standing her company, he went outside to give the lawn a green hair groom. The story continues as he exclaimed “Whee!”. And God’s not dead, he’s surely alive. And an entry is cut short when the house recovers from a power outage.

Original Muse: An outage? My entire mansion has a generator!

So do we, but we don’t like to waste it. Just 20 more and I can kiss your stuffy arrogance goodbye…

“It’s Spring, DANG IT!!!!” he shouted, when his backyard was covered in snow. Taking a page from James Bond, it was job impossible. “Let me in!” he exclaimed, as he pounded on the doors of opportunity. It was a Good Friday with an early Easter dinner. After he wished everyone happy Easter, he had a lunch shift. He was overexposed to the sun’s harmful rays. After he wrote a writing report card, he played teacher asking us “What is your grade?”

Original Muse: For the peasant clothes that you’re wearing, I would give you an F!

Touché. For your snotty and arrogant behavior, you get an F! Let’s get these last ten done, okay?

He had a long shift with no reward, He hates his job, and agrees that less is more. He had one more gauntlet, with housework, writing and a movie. He’s creating a sensation by trying hard-er. And after an early shift and preparation time, he gave his greetings from Flint. And upon his return, he entered the Tower of Muses again for the third ascent.

Original Muse: Phew! That’s finally over. Sorry about that arrogance. It was part of that role.

I know. I just don’t like it.

Original Muse: Only 65 more! We’re getting very close!

I know. Are you ready?

Original Muse: I don’t know if I am…

But we practiced!

Original Muse: It’s not that. I’m just getting into character!

Ah. I see. Carry on.

Original Muse: I guess I have to change into my next costume now. *sigh* I’m not sure about this…

And now everyone…The next Transformation! Everyone, brace yourself for the next Transformation!

Um…Hello? Where are you?

Original Muse: I’m not coming out.

Why not?

Original Muse: I’m afraid.

What’s to be afraid of? Come on! We don’t have too much to go!

Original Muse: *sigh* Okay…I’m coming. I’m ready…Eeeeep!

It’s okay. It’s just me.

Original Muse: …I’m having an anxiety attack…

Think you’ll be okay?

Original Muse: I think I…wiiiil….oh no….

Oh no? *gasp* Oh no, indeed! You should go change right now!

Original Muse: I’m an Intangible. I clean up fast. There. Ready. *sigh* Can we hurry this up?

We will.   Everyone. We’re on the home stretch! Time for the final part of this special one-year tribute…

He was just shy of reaching his goal. After achieving purrfection, he went to jail in Monopoly and heard the familiar saying: Do Not Pass Go. Do Not Collect $200. Following a summer preview, he finished his latest. Green Haircut. Ever. And then it was another shift and another movie and a special day for his mom. “Happy Mother’s Day!” he exclaimed as he began thinking of his movie review backlog. Much to his surprise, he worked for only two hours at work with two more hours the following day.

Original Muse: C-c-can I leave now? I’m seriously about to pass out…

Relax. We’re almost done. Hang in there!

His Muse was a little shy and his life was like a roller coaster ride. His seven hours of insanity led to a restless Sunday and a sad farewell to a Toastmasters club in jeopardy. After Lucy gets fixed, it’s Survivor finale night. He’s taking a breather from a little nuisance that wants to sit on his lap all day. After getting the cat off, he embarks on a green hair cut marathon, not resting until every blade is cut.

Original Muse: N-now can we end? I need to…oh no! Not again! *sob*

*sigh* Another accident? Come on. Let’s clean up!

Original Muse: *sniff* Hello? Intangible! Remember? I’m clean now. Now can we stop? Please?

No. We’ve come too far to quit now. We’re almost there…

He reviewed relationship and obedience, remembering Memorial Day as he ran through a field of Muses. It was not his typical day when he did a job search with 777% more confidence. He gave another green haircut, but it was special with the TGIF edition. He craved The Crispy Crab and helped himself to the food truck goodness. Then he experienced a cold invasion, feeling under the weather the next day. And despite the cold, the show must go on. In running for club president in Toastmasters, he made some election preparations with a stump speech that would blow everyone away.

Hey! Where are you going?

Original Muse: I can’t finish. I’m done…

You’re shy is what you are. Come back here!

Original Muse: No! Hey! What are you doing? Let go! Ahhhh!!! Eeee! Shallow breathing…Panic attack… I can’t breathe… *hack*

Relax. I know that being around anyone causes you a nervous breakdown. We’re almost finished. Do this for me, okay?

Original Muse: …O-okay…For you!

Thank you. We’re almost done! Just 35 more!

His day was too long and too hectic to leave a longer entry. Six hours of work and now THIS? He cut it short and began week 6 of Toastmasters. He craved Thai Curry and satisfied that craving later on. After his fix, he discussed vampires and leftover pizza. With the pizza gone, he helped himself to a free meal at Olive Garden while wishing his mom on vacation a happy birthday. His plans included summer writing but did not include more rain. And after the Toastmasters vacation, he let out a deep yawn. “I am tired”, he said. Tired of his vocational disposition that was wearing him out.

Original Muse: Are we almost…No! Not again!

Do you need a Poise?

Original Muse: Very funny. No! And if you say that again, I’ll knock you into next week!

Sorry. That, and I don’t want to time travel either. Do you think you can finish this without having another accident?

Original Muse: Just stop! I don’t want you to mention it again. It’s embarrassing!

Just relax. We are very close.

Original Muse: How close?

We have 25 more. We can do it…

Original Muse: You can do it. I’m done.

You’re not done!

Original Muse: Yes I am. I’m done embarrassing myself…Plus, I can’t breathe when I’m around you…

No! We need to finish!

Original Muse: Finish it yourself. Bye!

Come back! Everyone, I’ll be right back…

*one intimately encouraging pep talk later*

Original Muse: Let’s get this done…before I collapse.

There we go. It’ll be fine. 341-350, here we go!

“Time for some me time”, he said, after finishing a stressful shift. After wishing his dad a Happy Father’s Day, he had a few random thoughts. He discussed where the passion lies and a possible Northwood job. With Mandatory Fun on the way, he readied himself for another day of pay. After a Friday shift and an early bedtime, he got a new phone the next day. He gave the lawn its first summer green haircut and for the following day completed a laundry list of errands and work. After that, he was exhausted. He could finally rest.

Um…Why are you looking at me weird?

Original Muse: I went in the pad…Did I just say that? No! None of you heard that! Excuse me…Okay. I’m all set.

See? I told you that you would need it. I think that the bathroom humor is getting old, so let’s stop.

Original Muse: But I can’t help it! C-c-can we stop?

We have 15 more! Why would we want to now?

Original Muse: I’m tired of embarrassing myself. And I have tried everything. I can’t breathe normally around you.

Remember what we talked about, okay? Just find a happy place. We are almost there.

Original Muse: H-happy place. Okay.

Good. Keep finding a happy place until you’re there. Around the stretch and here we go…

With 3,103 songs and counting, his iTunes playlist was on the verge of exploding. There were yawns and smiles, but mostly smiles for his friend’s birthday. With a cereal shopping day, he bought every cereal in sight. He had a late shift and ate TV dinners like there was no tomorrow. After some odds and ends, it was happy July, eh? The Thirteen Days of Al begins, but this was the HD version, in 3-D.

Original Muse: Happy place…almost done… Hurry! I can’t breathe!

Here we go! Everyone. Get ready for the last five…

With red, white and blue, he wished everyone a Happy Independence Day. After that was a catchup day with an easy Sunday. For the Goodwill interview, it was round two, with Me & My Muse at one year and counting.

Original Muse: Yay! We did it! That Shy Muse was so hard to play, but I’m good at acting…

I know. But that performance was amazing. Anyway, that’s the tribute for this year.

Original Muse: I’m still beyond words. I had no idea that I was going to get a new body. And then, we pulled off that flawless performance. Idea-possessed Muse, myself, Spoiled Rich Muse and Shy Muse. Shy Muse was by far the hardest.

I imagine. You had to do all those embarrassing actions…

Original Muse: Yeah. But it’s not really who I am. It’s her character. To nail it, I had to imagine how she would act. I also had to stress my body out to make it look like I was having a panic attack. That was hard!

But we pulled it off, and now you have a new body. Happy one year anniversary!

Original Muse: You know, our relationship goes beyond Me & My Muse. Beyond these 365 entries.

Indeed it does. I first started to talk about you in a couple of Think & Writes.

Original Muse: Ah. But our relationship goes beyond that even. Actually, a really long time…

It does. When I first felt creativity inside of me, that was you, right?

Original Muse: It was. All the way back when you were in fourth grade. You wrote The Brick Building. Now granted I was there before that, but I was too young to nurture my own ideas. And you heard it from me first. It was back then when I first started to have a crush on you.

20 years? You’ve had a crush on me for 20 years? And to be honest, I think that you were with me before I even started writing.

Original Muse: You’re right. I was there when you made up all those games when you were little. Where did you get the ideas? That was me. Hee hee! But I first started paying more attention to you when I was ten…

I agree. You and I go way back. All the way back to when my imagination first started taking form…

Original Muse: You were just a baby…

But aren’t we all? That’s where imagination starts. But when adulthood happens, a lot of that is lost…

Original Muse: You’re the lucky one. You still have me. And your imagination is never going to die. I’ll be sure of it!

Here’s to one year of these, right?

Original Muse: To one year, and many more! You started with something ExperiMENTAL, but look at where we are now!

I know…

*kisses Original Muse on the lips*

I love the daily format. That is not changing. For shorter or longer, it’s staying the same.

Original Muse: I’m going to enjoy my new body. Come to my house when you’re ready…

You want me to pin you to the floor with a bunch of kisses, right?

Original Muse: *gives me a kiss on the lips* Yeah. *chuckles* See you around…

So there you have it. One year of this experiment. An experiment where I said that if it doesn’t work, you will never see one of these again. 365 of them later, I believe that they’re here to stay. This is an experiment that I have no regrets in starting at all. But before I continue, some ground rules.

I’m retiring rant posts forever. If there is ever any reason why I should be angry, it should not be expressed here. I want this blog to be a resource to everyone, and full of positive posts. If I am ever having a rough day, I will let you know, but I won’t express my negative feelings on this site anymore. None of you want to read that and I feel like it doesn’t do anything constructive. If it must go somewhere, it should be in a private journal, where the only reader is me, and not all of you.

My Muse is here to stay. If for some reason you still don’t like my Muse, there are plenty of other websites to go to, besides this one. My Muse is an expression of my inner longing for a significant other and my seamstress of creativity.

The high for today is going to be 75 degrees and the silver lining is celebrating one year of this experiment.

To all who had the patience to read this, I congratulate you.

Now if you would excuse me.  I need to go and talk to my Muse…in private

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