Aoede

It feels a bit like I've already used up my muses time for today.  But you won't see the results of that until Friday. :D  I promise, it will be interesting.  But this is a writing blog.  So write I shall!

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"I'm Aoede, a Muse.  You know, a Greek goddess who inspires, source of knowledge, and all that.  What, you don't believe me?  Alright, what do I have to do to prove it to you?"  Aoede pushed her glasses higher on her nose, her eyebrows rising in question.  The skinny woman before her took the cigarette from between her lips and, exhaling, extinguished it.  Leaning back in her chair, the woman looked pensive.


She didn't believe the woman before her was actually a goddess, whatever religion or culture she claimed to be from.  A muse surely wouldn't present him- or herself in person, certainly not to her.  Jane hadn't had a muse in years, nothing to inspire her craft.  With a snort, she spoke in her raspy voice, "So you're a muse, h..."


"Not muse.  Muse.  Capital 'm,'" Aoede interrupted.


"Yeah, yeah, whatever.  Muse, muse.  It's all the same.  I haven't had one in years.  So, then, what purpose do you have here?"


"I'm here to inspire you.  You've a gift that you have neglected for far too long."


"And how do I know you're not just someone trying to scam me out of more money, here to steal my ideas and profit from them?  You know what you can do to convince me, to prove your claim?  Make me write a song, a brilliant and moving piece that will make me independently wealthy."  Jane crossed her arms and looked at Aoede expentantly.


Aoede snorted.  "I can't make you do anything.  You have to want to write, be willing to be inspired.  And even if you are, I can never guarantee that you will make that much money off your piece."


"Then what good are you!" yelled Jane, shotting up from her chair.  "What good are you to me?  NONE!  Get out!  I'll sit here like I always have, doing what I always have."


"You'll be unfulfilled, like you always have."


Yeah, well, we can't all have what we want, can we?  Get out," Jane sighed wearily.  "Just get out.  I don't know how you got it, but don't let it hit you in the ass on the way out."




To be continued?