So… One of my dearest friends is “Gal Pal”, which at his request, is really “Gal Pal (and his dark passenger)”, but I’m too lazy to type all that… So, when I type “Gal Pal”, y’all can in say “and his dark passenger”. I, at the risk of his wrath, am going to share a text conversation, which leads to how the name Devious Muse came about.

Well, I have to share these in their true form, as the graphics are important too…

My response was “Evil Grin” which promptly lead me to being called devious and later sadistic.

A couple of days later, I asked my Gal Pal for ideas on blog names. Yeah, it was quiet entertaining to watch his random thoughts come across my phone… but one thing he said again was that I was devious… and it kinda stuck, because, well, ok, I’ll admit it, I am maybe a touch devious. Just a touch. Since I’ve often been told I am a Muse when others need to remove a writer’s block, it seemed fitting to go with the name Devious Muse. Or so I thought.

 

I Goggled Devious Muse and nothing of importance came up. So I went lock, stock, and barrel forward with my choice and bought the domain name, good software for editing and managing my blog, etc… After making my investment, I did a quick search, which somehow went to Yahoo instead of Google and saw this:

What??? Oh, seriously???? The first page of results… “Dominatrix – Goddess – Humiliartix – Sadist…” and I dont know whether to laugh or cry. Really, the Universe does love to mess with me. I try to behave, I really do…

And yet again, my Gal Pal is asking with a completely baffled look things like “How have you survived?” I dont know.

Pardon my sappiness for a minute, but since this is the first post in my blog…. I felt it was important that it be about a person who is an incredible friend, who I love dearly, and I have been lucky to have him grace my life with his presence. Someone who has been very supportive of my writing and, most importantly, the crazy mess that is me. One of those very rare genuine people that understands the true meaning of friendship, and for that, Gal Pal, I thank you for and love you for. That past year of my life has been amazing and full of changes, and you’ve been a big positive influence to my direction. How we havent killed each other is beyond me, and I’m sure at some point we will still come to blows in a parking lot, but I think that is what will keep us as good friends.