Muse Party Blogfest: Anti-Valentine Edition

v-day muse party

The Muse Party Blogfest is brought to you by Sarah and Jordan @ The Faux Fountain Pen in honor of their musiversary. You can read all about it here

1. Who did you bring to the party? Is he/she your Valentine or anti-Valentine?

*Lori and Evelyn enter the party*
Hello everyone, I would like to introduce you all to my muse, Evelyn. She just happened to be in town and forced asked me to bring her. You could say she is my anti-Valentine…
*Evelyn burst free into the room*
Hello, hello! It’s time to get this party started! Where’s the wine? the champagne? No need for party favors as I am here!

2. Which one of you is the more romantic person?

Not her! There isn’t a romantic bone in her body… now as for me… I…
Oh do shut up Evelyn!
Touchy touchy, dear. Just admit it, you hate all things romantic, especially Valentine’s Day!
Of course I hate it! Flowers, chocolates, romantic gestures. Bleh!

3. What gift are you giving to your (anti) Valentine?

Gifts? Why should I give her any gifts! She’s barely around… always running off somewhere exotic…
I brought you a great story idea! The least you could do is give me something back in return…
One story idea in how long? a year at least? I should have brought Catharine.
*Evelyn rolls her eyes*
Here… *Lori hands Evelyn a small box*
*Evelyn opens it and squeals with excitement*
What a lovely brooch! *looks down at her chest* sorry, love.. no where to put it. Can you hold on to it for me? *hands it back to me*

4. Are you guys wearing red or pink (or black…)? 

Lori’s Dress:


Evelyn’s Dress:


5. Did you bring any Valentine’s Day treats? 

oh yes! We whipped these up in the kitchen.
We? don’t look at me. I don’t cook, not with these nails!
Oh just give Sarah the treats!
*Evelyn hands over a couple of platters*


6. Name a song for our Love Playlist or Anti-Love Playlist (or both)! 

*Evelyn takes out a small disc and hands it over to the DJ*
Don’t look at me, Lori made me bring it!

7. Got a great anti/Valentine party game? 

How about we twist Evelyn into a pretzel?
It was just a suggestion, my dear.

8. Feeling the love or just feeling nauseous? How will you have fun at the party?

*Evelyn dances around the room, singing, drinking champagne, eating chocolate-covered strawberries*
*Lori stands to the side, glaring at her muse*
Having a blast… really, I am.
Oh let loose for once, will ya?
*Lori sighs and stuffs a bon-bon in her mouth*

9. Has your muse been a good Valentine? 

of course I have *blows kisses at Lori*
Catharine would have been more my style.
Catharine is a bore! Just like you… and you wonder why I am always in Hawaii!

*Jordan’s Bonus Question (feel free to ignore him…): Did you bring me & Sarah a musiversary gift? (Because we’ve put up with each other for five years and I think we deserve something.)

I found this in an adorable shop… thought you might like it


They would have preferred a new laptop or maybe new printer
Shut up, Evelyn… *I* don’t even have a new laptop or printer
Suit yourself… it’s a lame gift…
Catharine would have approved…
Oh good lord… Catharine again! *storms off*

Thank you, Sarah and Jordan… lovely party, but I need to get miss Sassy Pants home. Had an okay lovely time! Cheers everyone!

Poetry: The Persistance of Musing

As many of my friends know, and now some of you here will know, I am Bipolar with Borderline Personality Disorder, Anxiety Disorder, OCD, and the host of too many phobias. I wrote this poem back in March of 2014. It describes what I go through taking medication for my mental illnesses and still strive to write. I hope you enjoy.

The Persistence of Musing

Oh these bitter pills!
I am divorced
divorced from all my demons
but my muse too!
And then the silence
the unbearable din of silence
so loud, so loud
my ears ring from its Delphian melody
I grow accustomed to the dead air
a synthetic lull —
days become weeks and then months
the delicate balancing of my brain
a tight-rope act — ever so careful
and I wait

Slowly my mind acclimates
and the silence becomes stillness
the din, white noise — Hushed sighs
I hear you breathing
these bitter pills have not murdered you
but I strain against the fog
for each murmur you utter
Oh Catharine!
And there you are, my fallen angel
my dark child
Your words soak into my bones
softly, quickly — you have much to say
for beating against your wings, frenzied
the demonic bats await

And the cycle begins anew
I swallow more pills
brace for the cacophony of silence
the numbness of calm
the peace, I am assured will come
and I mourn the loss of your sighs
your tranquil whispers —
but I know you will keep trying
and I will reach for your voice
over and over and over again
’til death overshadows me

(c) 2014 Lori Carlson