Oh, artsy types… with your secret languages of creativity that confuse the rest of the world. Or, in Mona’s case, that intimidate them out of communication.
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Oh, artsy types… with your secret languages of creativity that confuse the rest of the world. Or, in Mona’s case, that intimidate them out of communication.
Oh, Mona. :c -Hugs-
Yay, the muse stuff is finally kicking in 😀
Holy sh*t I never thought I would get attached so easily!
I’m not necessarily good at anything. Never been a good dresser, reporter, cleaner, writer, drawer, cooker–anything. And I never seem to find any artsy friends either. It’s either they don’t exist in my college, or they just belong in another dimension while I’m stuck here, twiddling my fingers.
I’m beginning to understand a bit more why this is so frustrating for Mona! I like how each of the Muses she sees has their own “thing”. I’m really interested in finding out more about how the mental plane operates!
I swear with each new page, I end up staring longer and longer at it. If I’m this caught up before chapter 1 is over, I look forward to what’s to come!
aww, poor Mona, everyone needs a “thing”!
I feel you Mona :/ well unless you count my writing which I don’t let anyone read I have no talents…
When I first read this, I thought she was just being poetic about- it took me reading a lot further before I finally realized this world works differently and Muses are a definite category of people!
Had to respond to “Or whatever day it may happen to be when you read this!” Ironically – a Friday. Just four years after it was posted.