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	<title>Comments on: The Meddlesome Muse</title>
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		<title>By: Jackie Kessler</title>
		<link>http://www.sfnovelists.com/2007/09/18/the-meddlesome-muse/#comment-485</link>
		<author>Jackie Kessler</author>
		<pubDate>Sat, 22 Sep 2007 23:21:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I have a Muse, definitely. Her name is Melpomene, and she's the Muse of Tragedy. Luckily, she also has a sense of humor.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I have a Muse, definitely. Her name is Melpomene, and she&#8217;s the Muse of Tragedy. Luckily, she also has a sense of humor.</p>
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		<title>By: Mike</title>
		<link>http://www.sfnovelists.com/2007/09/18/the-meddlesome-muse/#comment-452</link>
		<author>Mike</author>
		<pubDate>Wed, 19 Sep 2007 00:30:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Yes you can, Steve.  I once wrote a story called "Stacking the Deck" about a group of people who could trade all sorts of personal attributes manifested as bubble-gum cards.  Handy.  Although the catch was they were both good and bad, and the only way to get rid of a card was by trading.

It was a good idea.  Too bad at the time my muse had more skillz than me...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Yes you can, Steve.  I once wrote a story called &#8220;Stacking the Deck&#8221; about a group of people who could trade all sorts of personal attributes manifested as bubble-gum cards.  Handy.  Although the catch was they were both good and bad, and the only way to get rid of a card was by trading.</p>
<p>It was a good idea.  Too bad at the time my muse had more skillz than me&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: Cameron Lowe</title>
		<link>http://www.sfnovelists.com/2007/09/18/the-meddlesome-muse/#comment-451</link>
		<author>Cameron Lowe</author>
		<pubDate>Tue, 18 Sep 2007 22:23:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My muse is as follows: three-feet tall, drinks like a Scotsman, has a couple of extra nostrils, drives a tractor to work, gives the finger to young children and old folks with equal abandon and glee, is an ex-Muy Thai champion, keeps rockin' a skullet and a handlebar moustache, watches the Home Shopping Network, and haunts the dreams of livestock everywhere.

I call him Joe.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My muse is as follows: three-feet tall, drinks like a Scotsman, has a couple of extra nostrils, drives a tractor to work, gives the finger to young children and old folks with equal abandon and glee, is an ex-Muy Thai champion, keeps rockin&#8217; a skullet and a handlebar moustache, watches the Home Shopping Network, and haunts the dreams of livestock everywhere.</p>
<p>I call him Joe.</p>
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		<title>By: Steve Buchheit</title>
		<link>http://www.sfnovelists.com/2007/09/18/the-meddlesome-muse/#comment-442</link>
		<author>Steve Buchheit</author>
		<pubDate>Tue, 18 Sep 2007 14:27:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You can't trade muses (musii? musilli?) like bubble-gum cards. In my life I have both a Muse and a Trickster God roaming around. When they're both on duty and pulling at the oars, boy that boat of writing (or whatever I'm workin gon) goes like a rocket. You could ski behind it. But then the Trickster is normally looking at his belly lint, or doing something else, and my Muse likes to work later than I'm awake. 

Light off, lay head on pillow. Grumble. Light on, scribble notes, lines, pages. Light off, head back on pillow. "Alright already." Light on, scribbling away. Wife gets annoyed, pushes me out of bed to go write.

I don't want to trade my Muse, I just want her to switch to second shift from her third shift rotation.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You can&#8217;t trade muses (musii? musilli?) like bubble-gum cards. In my life I have both a Muse and a Trickster God roaming around. When they&#8217;re both on duty and pulling at the oars, boy that boat of writing (or whatever I&#8217;m workin gon) goes like a rocket. You could ski behind it. But then the Trickster is normally looking at his belly lint, or doing something else, and my Muse likes to work later than I&#8217;m awake. </p>
<p>Light off, lay head on pillow. Grumble. Light on, scribble notes, lines, pages. Light off, head back on pillow. &#8220;Alright already.&#8221; Light on, scribbling away. Wife gets annoyed, pushes me out of bed to go write.</p>
<p>I don&#8217;t want to trade my Muse, I just want her to switch to second shift from her third shift rotation.</p>
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		<title>By: Kelly McCullough</title>
		<link>http://www.sfnovelists.com/2007/09/18/the-meddlesome-muse/#comment-440</link>
		<author>Kelly McCullough</author>
		<pubDate>Tue, 18 Sep 2007 13:48:33 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://www.sfnovelists.com/2007/09/18/the-meddlesome-muse/#comment-440</guid>
		<description>Muse? Ah, that explains it. I've always heard it pronounced m_oo_se and when I went looking for mine....Never mind, it's an ugly ugly story that involves scouring the northern wastelands and a really great rack (for carrying the moose back, of course). And you should see what it did to the guest bedroom.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Muse? Ah, that explains it. I&#8217;ve always heard it pronounced m_oo_se and when I went looking for mine&#8230;.Never mind, it&#8217;s an ugly ugly story that involves scouring the northern wastelands and a really great rack (for carrying the moose back, of course). And you should see what it did to the guest bedroom.</p>
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