Humans ask a lot of questions. Dragons don't ask as many questions, but I think that's because Dragons have lived longer and know more than humans do. I've had several humans ask me questions regarding Dragons, writing, my writer, and other various matters. To avoid getting asked the same questions again and again, I thought I'd post the answers to some of the questions I get asked most frequently. Here they are.
Q 1. Are you a real Dragon?
A: Yes. The other Dragon-Muses and I are as real as ANY Dragon.
Q 2. Are you made out of glass/ceramic/plaster/resin/plastic?
A: Um, no. I am made out of Dragon.
Q 3. What's your favorite thing about your human?
A: She has a way of looking at the world that I find refreshing. She has a creativity that is fun to inspire. She also has marvelous taste in Dragon-Muses.
Q 4: What's your least favorite thing about your human?
A: She's disorganized and tends to veer towards emotional extremes. It's very hard for her to balance. She also drops me a lot.
Q 5: How long have you been a Dragon-Muse?
A: Since long before you were hatched, puny human.
Q 6: Do you like children?
A: Yes, but my human discourages me from eating them.
Q 7: Are you your human's pet?
A: NO! I am a Dragon-Muse. If anything, I and the other Dragon-Muses own Miss Campbell, not the other way around. She refers to us as "her" Dragon-Muses to differentiate us from other Dragon-Muses, not because we are her possessions. We do belong to her, just as she belongs to us, but is more in the sense as you would belong to your human companions. Your friends do not own you, nor do you own them, but you do belong to each other. That is how it is with my human.
Q 8: How does Dragon-Musing work? Do you write for your human?
A: I am NOT a writer. I love my human, but she, like most writers, is irrational and emotional. I do not wish to be compared with her. She is the writer, and I am the Muse. The other Dragons and I breathe inspiration into her ears--we inspire her. The ideas and words, plots and characters are what she makes of what we breathe. And what she writes is splendid.
Q 9: Your human converses with Dragons. Is your human insane?
A: Yes, but not because she converses with Dragons. She's insane because she's a writer. In fact, I think that my human should contact the editors of her thesaurus to inform them that they should include "writer" as a synonym for "lunatic" in future editions.
Q 10: Why is your human the only one who can hear you and the other Dragon-Muses talk?
A: Miss Campbell can hear us because we have chosen to be her Dragon-Muses. If you are fortunate enough to have Dragon-Muses choose to inspire you, then you will be able to hear them. I humbly suggest that anyone who ridicules Miss Campbell because she hears Dragon-Muses is simply jealous because the Dragon-Muses aren't talking to them.
Q 11: What's your favorite book?
A: The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien. Smaug is rad. It is kind of sad when he dies, though.
Q 12: Do you cause fires when you sneeze?
A: Sigh. I forget to take my allergy medicine ONCE and people NEVER let me forget it...
Q 13: What's your favorite color?
A: Look at the picture of me. Now back to this blog. Now back to ME. You see the gorgeous blue color of my scales. That's it.
Q 14: What did you want to be when you were a little Dragon?
A: What every young Dragon wanted to be. Godzilla, of course.
Q 15: What does Dragon-Muse breath smell like?
A: Clean hippies.
Q 16: You're the lead Dragon-Muse. Do you like being in charge of the other Dragon-Muses?
A: I'm not technically "in charge" of them. I'm more of just the main Muse, the one that ties together all of their particular talents into one mighty breath. Each of the Dragon-Muses on our team has something unique and good to share. I enjoy Bion's truthfulness and ability to see what needs to be changed in order to produce a more perfect product. I enjoy Jerry's ridiculous silliness; he always keeps us laughing. Humor is a true art. Tai is a wonderful addition to our team. I have seen him inspire my human to write when the rest of us could not. He has a way of boosting her talent that is truly remarkable. All in all, yes, I love working with the other Dragon-Muses, and I'm hoping to add more to our team in the future.
Q 17: Do you have a girlfriend?
A: Please, ladies, I have no time for romance. I have Musing to do.
Q 18: Is there any truth to the rumor that a squad of Dragon-hating bears is out to get you?
A: I have heard this rumor, but so far, nothing has come of it. I will keep both of my Dragon eyes open. If the bears appear, my brothers and I will be prepared.
Q 19: Is that really your original eye color?
A: Shhhh.
Q 20: What can you tell us about Miss Campbell's writing projects?
A: Well, so far, they all contain Dragons. That's why she's awesome.
If you have had questions about me, my writer, or the other Dragon-Muses, hopefully your question was answered above. If not, feel free to ask your question in the comments.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Technological Magic (by Tai Makarios)
Wow. I'm writing a blog! This is awesome. I mean, look at how amazing the whole concept of blogging really is. We can type on a keyboard and words automatically appear on this apparently magical thing called a screen and with the click of a button that ONLY EXISTS on that magical screen, I can send my words onto the internet to be seen by practically anyone in the world.
My human can get a text or phone call to her cellular phone wherever she is (except for her actual apartment, for there is aparently some sort of cellular phone signal devouring beast that lives here. Jerry and I are in the process of tracking it. He seems to think tickling is the best way to make it leave, but so far we haven't been able to find it in order to tickle it.). How awesome is that? To be able to talk to another person through an apparently magical box? My human frequently speaks with her family who lives hundreds of miles away on her cell phone. She can hear what they're saying AS THEY SPEAK, and they can hear her (unless that phone signal devouring beast intercepts her voice). How ridiculous and wonderful is THAT?
And if my human gets REALLY bored and decides she doesn't want to write (we don't let her get away with that too often), she can put something called a movie into her television machine and watch something that was recorded years ago as if it were just taking place. She can even take videos of herself or of her friends and family (but not her Dragons, because we don't like our movements to be recorded--it's a Dragon thing, you wouldn't understand) that she can view years later. It's amazing.
In the olden days (I know, because I'm a Dragon and was alive then), if something happened, people actually had to travel over distances to deliver the news. Now, my human can turn on her magical television or magical radio or magical computer and see/hear the news almost as soon as it happens.
Yet I've noticed that even with all this magic, humans are impatient. My human has gotten irritated with her phone (Blasted signal devouring beast! We shall find you and tickle you until you relent!) because she get a signal to make a call or because the person she's talking to can't hear her. I have had to gently remind her that she shouldn't even be able to talk to her family who lives hundreds of miles away. It's a magical technological blessing that she can communicate with them over the phone or computer.
And if the magical electricity goes out because of a storm, WHOA, it's like the world is ending. No more computer! No more flashy television machine! No more LIGHTS! OH NO! How do humans function without magical lights?! When the sun went down in the olden days, people used candles--or they actually went to bed b/c guess what! God made dark time for sleeping!
Anyway, I'm finding that humans are ridiculous creatures. They're also quite amusing and wonderful. But I'm just so amazed at this particular moment in time to have nearly completed my first blog. And now I'm about to click the magical button on my screen by moving a cursor by touching a track pad.
Seriously...this is so cool. You humans act like it's nothing. Here it comes....click!
My human can get a text or phone call to her cellular phone wherever she is (except for her actual apartment, for there is aparently some sort of cellular phone signal devouring beast that lives here. Jerry and I are in the process of tracking it. He seems to think tickling is the best way to make it leave, but so far we haven't been able to find it in order to tickle it.). How awesome is that? To be able to talk to another person through an apparently magical box? My human frequently speaks with her family who lives hundreds of miles away on her cell phone. She can hear what they're saying AS THEY SPEAK, and they can hear her (unless that phone signal devouring beast intercepts her voice). How ridiculous and wonderful is THAT?
And if my human gets REALLY bored and decides she doesn't want to write (we don't let her get away with that too often), she can put something called a movie into her television machine and watch something that was recorded years ago as if it were just taking place. She can even take videos of herself or of her friends and family (but not her Dragons, because we don't like our movements to be recorded--it's a Dragon thing, you wouldn't understand) that she can view years later. It's amazing.
In the olden days (I know, because I'm a Dragon and was alive then), if something happened, people actually had to travel over distances to deliver the news. Now, my human can turn on her magical television or magical radio or magical computer and see/hear the news almost as soon as it happens.
Yet I've noticed that even with all this magic, humans are impatient. My human has gotten irritated with her phone (Blasted signal devouring beast! We shall find you and tickle you until you relent!) because she get a signal to make a call or because the person she's talking to can't hear her. I have had to gently remind her that she shouldn't even be able to talk to her family who lives hundreds of miles away. It's a magical technological blessing that she can communicate with them over the phone or computer.
And if the magical electricity goes out because of a storm, WHOA, it's like the world is ending. No more computer! No more flashy television machine! No more LIGHTS! OH NO! How do humans function without magical lights?! When the sun went down in the olden days, people used candles--or they actually went to bed b/c guess what! God made dark time for sleeping!
Anyway, I'm finding that humans are ridiculous creatures. They're also quite amusing and wonderful. But I'm just so amazed at this particular moment in time to have nearly completed my first blog. And now I'm about to click the magical button on my screen by moving a cursor by touching a track pad.
Seriously...this is so cool. You humans act like it's nothing. Here it comes....click!
Friday, October 1, 2010
Near Death Experiences are FUN! (By Jerund M Frazier)
Okay, so Bion doesn't think it's fair that I get to post AGAIN, but "Mom" gave me permission because I was such a good Dragon-Muse today. She offered Pneuman the option of posting since he was a good Dragon-Muse, too. He passed. His day was slightly more traumatic than mine.
Pneuman and I went with Mom to her place of work. It's a strange place with short humans who make a lot of strange noises, run around randomly, and just generally smell funny. I liked it immediately. Pneuman burrowed down into his bubblewrap lined sack muttering about how "Fair Ruth" AKA "Mom" STILL hadn't gotten him a foam-lined titanium traveling case. I stuck my nose out of the duffel bag she carried me in and tried to capture the attention of one of the short humans.
But Mom wouldn't let me out yet. She insisted on gathering the short humans around to go on an imaginary Dragon quest. It was a little annoying, if you ask me, but the kids got all excited when the imaginary Dragon started chasing them. And then...THEN she told the short humans to come meet me. She opened the bag, reached her hand in, and pretended I was eating her arm off. The short humans laughed, and so did I. Then...then....THEN she pulled me out of the bag.
Something wonderful and terrifying and fantabulous happened then. All 25 or so of the short humans MOBBED Mom and me. Mom started screaming, "You can pet Jerry once and then sit back down!" while I laughed and laughed and laughed and let all the short humans put their little fingers all over me. It was the scariest and most wonderful thing to have ever happened to me.
At snack time, Mom took Pneuman out to show the short humans. One of them almost broke him, which was pretty much hilarious. Pneuman got back in his bag and muttered to himself until Mom took us home.
Okay, so Pneuman let a FEW of the short humans pet him. And he purred. But don't tell him I told you that.
I hope Mom takes me to work again. I LIKE SHORT HUMANS!
Pneuman and I went with Mom to her place of work. It's a strange place with short humans who make a lot of strange noises, run around randomly, and just generally smell funny. I liked it immediately. Pneuman burrowed down into his bubblewrap lined sack muttering about how "Fair Ruth" AKA "Mom" STILL hadn't gotten him a foam-lined titanium traveling case. I stuck my nose out of the duffel bag she carried me in and tried to capture the attention of one of the short humans.
But Mom wouldn't let me out yet. She insisted on gathering the short humans around to go on an imaginary Dragon quest. It was a little annoying, if you ask me, but the kids got all excited when the imaginary Dragon started chasing them. And then...THEN she told the short humans to come meet me. She opened the bag, reached her hand in, and pretended I was eating her arm off. The short humans laughed, and so did I. Then...then....THEN she pulled me out of the bag.
Something wonderful and terrifying and fantabulous happened then. All 25 or so of the short humans MOBBED Mom and me. Mom started screaming, "You can pet Jerry once and then sit back down!" while I laughed and laughed and laughed and let all the short humans put their little fingers all over me. It was the scariest and most wonderful thing to have ever happened to me.
At snack time, Mom took Pneuman out to show the short humans. One of them almost broke him, which was pretty much hilarious. Pneuman got back in his bag and muttered to himself until Mom took us home.
Okay, so Pneuman let a FEW of the short humans pet him. And he purred. But don't tell him I told you that.
I hope Mom takes me to work again. I LIKE SHORT HUMANS!
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