MM on a man needing a maid and a muse...

Neil Young once sang 'I was thinking maybe I'd get a maid, find a place nearby for her to stay'. Judging by the state of my bedroom and frequently unironed shirts I'd have to concede that maybe a man does need a maid. But more than a maid, what muxloe needs is a muse.

On my recent visit to Madrid I was mesmerised by a painting in the Reina Sofia art gallery. It was a portrait of a French woman, Sonia De Klamery, by the Spanish artist Anglada. His muse managed to elevate his creativity and what was so stunning about the painting was his evidently passionate desire for her. I need a muse like that. My book needs me to have a muse like that. Someone who can inspire me to write, someone who lights a fire inside, someone who shows me all the world's colours. Or, to borrow a phrase from Siegfried Sassoon, someone who can touch 'my lips to song'. I need a Sonia De Klamery.

My life and the Elephant Orphanage would both be enhanced by the filling of my vacancy for a muse. I think I could get used to living on a boat with my very own Sylvia Plath. Any potential candidates can apply within....muses preferable but maids also welcome.

“And she and I would sleep on a boat
And swim in the sea without clothes
With rain falling fast on the sea
While she was swimming away, she'd be winking at me
Telling me it would all be okay
Out on the horizon and fading away
And I'd swim to the boat and I'd laugh
I gotta get me a Sylvia Plath.”
- 'Sylvia Plath.' Ryan Adams