A.I. writing fanfic!A Musing · 3:58am Jun 27th, 2013
Ah, the muse. The need to write. It's as beautiful as it is illusive.
It is inspiration, and it is trepidation. It is delight, and it is fright.
Is my idea worthy of attention? Does this scene hit the right chords? Am I just going through the motions?
Neigh. If I am going through the motions, then the muse is not with me and my writing will suffer for it.
If my work is to be good, the muse must be by my side. The inspiration must flow.
How do I call the muse unto me? How do I glean that inspiration to myself?
It is by writing, and reading, and rewriting, and rereading. It is by listening, and remembering, and experiencing, and deciding.
Listening to the music of life, of love, of righteousness.
Remembering the spark, the idea, the meme that led to the story's inception.
Experiencing the world, the good and the ill, and learning from it.
Deciding the tone, the language, the heart. Yes, for the story to have a heart, the muse must be awakened.
All great stories have a heart, whether it is an old heart or young, innocent or learned, joyful or saddened.
Is writing a slow process? Sometimes. The muse may speak louder some days than others. Often, it merely nudges.
To write is an honor. To be read is a privilege. To tell a story is a joy.
Let me be judged accordingly.
Good grief, I sound stuffy. The real question is, "Did I quote Shakespeare or Transformers: Beast Wars?"
