The voices in my head are back again.
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camwynAnd, true to form, they did NOT tell me to kill anyone. Neither have they revealed to me that I, or anyone else I know, am the Lord Thy God. Or the Lord Anybody's God. Nor have they even been so enigmatic as to inform me that if I build it, they, or he, will come.
No, this time the damn voices have said, very clearly, "Buy two- possibly three- skeins of Lopi or Woolpak yarn. One in white, one in multicolour or some intense colour. Then knit another pair of slippers, this time to fit your father, and use the Norwegian Star and Labrador diamonds pattern you used on his mittens. And felt them."
They are highly specific, the voices in my head. Last time they came around it was to tell me that "You really really want to knit a sweater from big, thick yarn." And so I poked around on the web, and lo, Knitty.com had a pattern for a hapi coat, and lo, Treasure Island had Lion Brand Thick 'N Quick Wool-Ease in red, and lo, I knitted the Japanese Mountie jacket. Before that, most of the orders from the voices had to do with baking, or with merely learning to knit, or to make soap.
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cadhla, I have a muse. Hers is named Jane, and she can tell you many things about her. I, on the other hand, know only this much about mine: she's an obsessive-compulsive Canadian bitch named Pamela with a tendency to leave messages rather than actually talk to me. Hence the highly repetitive nature of these impulses- which inevitably, weirdly, work out very very well indeed for me. They're voice-mails from Pamela. And they don't go away until I actually do what's in 'em.
(No, I don't actually hear voices, I just get repetitive impulses that are very hard to ignore, mostly because they are eminently sensible reflections of some vague unformed curiosity and desire I already harbour.)
(And it's 'Pamela' because when I went to Alaska last year, I got to the first hostel and was told that for some reason I had been listed as a reservation for TWO, one of whom was me, the other of whom was only listed as 'Pamela'.cadhla said that obviously Pamela was my muse, getting pushier than usual.)
No, this time the damn voices have said, very clearly, "Buy two- possibly three- skeins of Lopi or Woolpak yarn. One in white, one in multicolour or some intense colour. Then knit another pair of slippers, this time to fit your father, and use the Norwegian Star and Labrador diamonds pattern you used on his mittens. And felt them."
They are highly specific, the voices in my head. Last time they came around it was to tell me that "You really really want to knit a sweater from big, thick yarn." And so I poked around on the web, and lo, Knitty.com had a pattern for a hapi coat, and lo, Treasure Island had Lion Brand Thick 'N Quick Wool-Ease in red, and lo, I knitted the Japanese Mountie jacket. Before that, most of the orders from the voices had to do with baking, or with merely learning to knit, or to make soap.
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cadhla, I have a muse. Hers is named Jane, and she can tell you many things about her. I, on the other hand, know only this much about mine: she's an obsessive-compulsive Canadian bitch named Pamela with a tendency to leave messages rather than actually talk to me. Hence the highly repetitive nature of these impulses- which inevitably, weirdly, work out very very well indeed for me. They're voice-mails from Pamela. And they don't go away until I actually do what's in 'em.(No, I don't actually hear voices, I just get repetitive impulses that are very hard to ignore, mostly because they are eminently sensible reflections of some vague unformed curiosity and desire I already harbour.)
(And it's 'Pamela' because when I went to Alaska last year, I got to the first hostel and was told that for some reason I had been listed as a reservation for TWO, one of whom was me, the other of whom was only listed as 'Pamela'.
cadhla said that obviously Pamela was my muse, getting pushier than usual.)
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Date: 2004-06-24 03:57 am (UTC)me too
Date: 2004-06-24 06:09 am (UTC)But I don't think I have a muse per se. Maybe that's why I don't write fiction.