I re-read an article by Stephen King today. He talks of his muse, and his description makes me laugh.
"It's a scruffy little thing with fleas and often smells of whatever nasty mess it's been rolling in."
What else would you expect from a man who has the heart of a boy?
"People want to know why I do this, why I write such gross stuff. I like to tell them I have the heart of a small boy... and I keep it in a jar on my desk."
When I think of my muse, I envision a fairy like creature. She has the face of an angel and beautiful pink and purple wings. Maybe I need to ask for a replacement. She may not be up for scaring my readers. :)
Do you have a muse? What does he/she look like? Do you have more than one, taking shifts?
I ran across this video of Elizabeth Gilbert, author of Eat, Pray, Love. She talks about her thoughts on the writer's muse. I thought you might enjoy.