To A Muse, Myself

My senior year of college, I set out to write a book. To accomplish this, I knew I had to get a muse. All great writers have muses. I made a list of qualities my muse had to have: 1)    She had to be beautiful. 2)   She had to be smart. 3)   She had to be passionate. I looked across campus and my eyes lit on a Botticelli Beauty with flowing blonde hair. Amy. She was reading The Stranger by Albert Camus, jotting down notes in her black leather journal. I later discovered this was filled with inspiring quotes she uncovered quenching her thirst for inspired truth. Beautiful. Check. Smart. Check. I introduced myself and we soon became friends. We shared a common disdain for pop culture. We were disgusted by the same people, hated the same things. One might think we were a match made in condescending heaven. But there [...]

To A Muse, Myself 2018-09-10T00:26:22+00:00