Art and Creative Writing

My relationship with the Muses has always been closer to a series of one-night stands than any sort of long-term affair. Sometimes I envy the married with children types, mostly though I find the Muses' visits tiring enough (and distracting enough) that I'm glad when dawn breaks and, sated, I bow them out and stagger to bed.

Some of our children are best not acknowledged, I keep them locked up in an attic bedroom and visit them only rarely. Others have leaped aboard passing trains and gone off to make their fortunes in the wide world of commercial publishing. Only a few have stayed at home, lounging about the house like attitudinal teenagers. In this space I will attempt to make them get dressed, stand pretty, and smile for the public viewing.

Here, then, are some of our children. Any of their faults are mine -- the Muse contributes the spark, I the genetic material. Treat them gently, please, and if you like them let me know.