The Muse Academy : Attic Keeper answers her most FAQ’s in original song video!

What’s The Muse Academy?  What’s a Muse?  This video answers some of that, but please scroll through this blog for the inner workings and bits of detail.

Please ask Heidi Hansen at for help if you want to learn how to be more creative in your work, hobby and family life.  And, you may pay for her object expertise by using this paypal button. Thanks, and carpe imagi!

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Welcome To The Muse Academy (Video Brochure)

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“30 Days To Heightened Creativity in Business and Personal Life”  a 30-day workbook to learn and apply creativity skills by Heidi D. Hansen, M.A. will come out June 1, 2017.  Purchase price:  $39.00 – and that comes with 3 of Heidi’s best art prints of your choice.  Use the Paypal buttons here to purchase — and include $5.00 for postage/handling, then email Heidi with your mailing address.  Email: .  Heidi is available for creativity coaching and consulting for an hourly fee of $70.00, payments can be made using these Paypal buttons.  Thanks, and I look forward to connecting soon! — HH

The Muse Academy Trailer & Song

The Proper Care and Feeding of Your Muse

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Muses in The Joyous Fog


Once you have adopted your Muse at The Muse Academy, you will attend a day-long seminar on the proper care and feeding of this most precious creative life.

Briefly, you must allow continual romping through your sketchbook, where your Muse can have constant access to the Joyous Fog. (Joyous Fog is that delicious spot of pleasure where ideas come to light in happy but blurry form, and the hard sweaty spot of slogging through the work of giving them form).

Know that your Muse’s food source is observation, and its water source is listening.  Keeping your ideas in question form is helpful technique in keeping these sources flowing.

Muses need exercise, too!  Keep them fit by trading them around with other Muses and switching places, particulars, and perspectives with regularity.

Give your Muse a rest.  Doing nothing is sometimes the best thing to do for your muse.

And, do not forget the paycheck!  Your Muse gets paid on time, every time, and paid well!

———————–To purchase the Muse Academy workbook ($39.99) on developing your own inner muse, creativity skills, insights and application, contact Heidi Hansen at (360) 892-5218, or email at  Heidi Hansen is available for creative coaching and consultation on these topics, and her fee is $70.00 per hour.  Major credit cards are accepted through Paypal, using the buton here.  Thanks, and carpe imagi!
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The Muse Academy Trailer Script is Here! Watch the Video Coming Soon!

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Welcome to The Muse Academy!
Where your own personal, creative and inspirational, indefatigable Muse can be educated and trained in creativity skills, process, towards a real-life application of your choosing…At The Muse Academy you can adopt, care for and develop these minions of your imagination and they will love you and reward you for it.
Meet the Main Muses who saved the Academy from the Vacuus — (those vile suctioning forces that have no form,  nor purpose or ideas or courage of their own and so will,  if allowed, attempt to suck all that out of you!) — and are waiting to share their unique and dynamic skill sets with you!
Our adorable and adventurous Main Muses are Bookie, Cookie, Arty and Dance, Techie,  and Ponderous.
Here at the Muse Academy you will learn your own vulnerability to The Vacuus.  You will become equipped with skills to protect yourself and your Ideas from those gripping, strangling, suctioning beasts.   Because as much as we all love a great villain, we don’t want ’em hanging around our own back door.   Our Main Muses defeated The Vacuus and turned their Ideas into Idea Currency and that saved our Academy from demise.  You can, too.   Your Ideas belong solely to you.  No one can ever take them from you.  “You can get through anything so long as you have Ideas of your own,” is our motto here.
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The wise and reclusive and somewhat toddy Attic Keeper is the heart and soul of the education and care and feeding of our Main Muses.  In the backstory of The Muse Academy,  when they saved it from the Vacuus storm — and also, I should tell you, from imminent bank foreclosure  — our Main Muses discovered the Attic Keeper and the keys to creativity she held.  These are the basis of our ongoing new curriculum.
Bookie is here to teach you how “Words Change Things.”   And, how our relationship with literacy  keeps us dynamic and fluid,  flexible and wise through our life span.  “We read to get to know others, we write to get to know ourselves,” says Bookie.
Cookie is here to teach you about “Foods For Moods and Flavor Travel Terrains” by cooking with you right in the Student Union Cafe.   Students of this course will experiment with a diverse palette of ingredients and get an all-you -can-eat pass with a plus – one at the Cuppa’ Joe Cafe.
Arty will provide you with your first Power Sketchbook and magic stylus, and soon you will be unleashing your own power and developing Ideas through doodling and observation.  Oh — did I mention this class comes with a free first month’s subscription to our buzzing campus newspaper sketchbook,  “The Daily  Sketch?”
Dance’s course is all about motion — of story expression through music and rythym and voice that flows from your own physical power on the stage at the Theater of Your Psyche.
Techie is a surprise to us all — and so are her plugged-in quests and questions.  It’s not what you think.  It’s all about the new and yet – to – be invented.
Ponderous is cool.  So mellow and cool we can’t ever seem to nail down a set time schedule for his classes.  Or where his class room is located.  We still can’t figure out how to grade his Daydreaming course, so we pretty much just don’t anymore.  Suffice it to say, the more daydreaming, questions, reflections, and general relationship to the natural spontaneity around you will be wonderful and appreciated here.

Oh — and did I mention a cat?

Storm the Rescue Cat up in the Attic Keeper’s studio?
Providing the Muses with a sense of Balast. A giant porcelain white goddess who never seems to move but yet sees and knows and directs all….
Carpe imagi, potential new students!  Sign up today and enroll for a modest fee and find out how to carpe imagi!  The creative skills you acquire here will pay off in many facets and forums and seasons and situations of your life both now and future.
Check your performance anxiety at the campus entry gate —  we don’t teach art, and we don’t teach product per se.  We teach the cognitive, personality, behavioral and reflective skills necessary to solve your problems,  meet your challenges, and bring you depth and joy in your business, personal, hobby, and social life goals.
Oh — did I mention we have a staff to contact to enroll and answer your questions and find a direction that fits just right with your goals?
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Well, we don’t have a staff.  And although The Muse Academy is an imaginative place, it is a very real learning platform for some very real creative skills with real-life applications.
Heidi D. Hansen, M.A., is a very real and very experienced professional in creative skill learning and coaching.  Heidi is a prolific and published freelance artist-writer, Mental Health Advocate with 30 years of education, training and real-life experience as an artist, writer and mental health child -trauma therapist. And wowza, what a portfolio to show for it.
But this is not about Heidi.  It’s about you and your inner Muse.  The minions of your imagination. To cultivate and care for your inner Muse and learn the kinds of creative skills described above, call her at (360) 892-5218, or email her at  A workbook will come out in June, 2017.doghotellogo
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To pre-order Heidi’s full-color 30-page workbook on learning creativity skills and applying them to your unique goals, with six 8″ x 10″ signed/numbered inspirational and creative skills prints, pay $39.99 via this Paypal button, put in a few extra bucks to cover postage from Vancouver, Washington, USA, and tell me where to send in when it comes out in June, 2017.
Carpe imagi, and Muse On!
The Muse Academy and all associated works, slogans, constructs and design materials are written, developed and illustrated, by Heidi Hansen and copyrighted to her.  CopyrightHeidiDHansen 2014-2017, reproduction and use prohibited unless purchase and user agreements have been made. 

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Rare Sighting of Reclusive Attic Keeper Takes Selfies To Promote The Muse Academy Mural

Documented by these shameless selfies, The Attic Keeper is hot at her easel with her own personal Muses, Maile Lei and Storm The Rescue Cat.

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Can you spot the 5 main Muses of Muse Academy in the mural?  These are the 5 that save the day and stop the bank from foreclosing on the Academy, using Idea Currency, and keep The Vacuus out of the windows, using their wits and humor and a little reckless luck.


Their names are Bookie, Cookie, Techie, Dance and Ponderous.

What’s the top 3 keys to creativity?  Taught at Muse Academy?

  1.  Observe things.  Observe using all your senses and perspectives;
  2.  Use what you have right around you no matter how odd it seems;
  3.  Daydream and doodle.

Heidi Hansen, M.A., is available to coach you in better creativity for your work, business, hobby or personal talent and purpose in life.  Use this handy Papal button to float Heidi a few bucks so she can stay in paints and decent kibble, call her at (360) 892-5218, or email at

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The Attic Keeper/Muse Academy Panel Mural Photo Update!

Here’s what’s happening at my easel — the 13 foot panel mural depicting The Vacuus, Attic Keeper, 5 Muses, and the Muse Academy.  With a little help from Storm The Rescue Cat, and Maile Lei, Helper Pup (my own personal muses).

The Attic Keeper and Muse Academy Panel Mural in Progress, Teaching Creativity Skills. Carpe imagi!



Carpe imagi, and welcome to the Attic Keeper’s panel mural in progress.  Here’s the initial sketches on a 12′ x 20″ countertop panel, which will depict the Vacuus, the Muses, Attic Keeper, Muse Academy, and the struggle to save the integrity and value of their Idea Currency.  More will be posted in time, as this mural in – progress comes to life.

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The Attic Keeper

Dark wind whipping at the sun window.  Blackness outside the sun window. Dark storm rattling the glass, daring to push open the latch, nearly busting through.
The attic shook.
The Attic Keeper did not.
For it was not a windstorm threatening to blow in this hidden room at the top of The Muse Academy, it was The Vacuus.

And the Attic Keeper had dealt with them before.  And won.
Then, suddenly, a fresh burst of sunny wind came zinging through the attic room, scattering paintings and drawings and papers and books and pencils and paint palettes and brushes and blankets, pillows and rugs.
And the cat.  The big white fluff cat with the periscope tail went flying.


She leaped through the air, surfing the wind that had just blown in through the wall air vent that attached all the rooms inside The Muse Academy.  Four little Muses tumbled out of the vent and into the attic room, cozy and stuffed with all things creative.



They were each a different bright color, and had slightly different shapes.  But they were all just about the size of a favored coffee mug.


And they were trembling.
What was the source of the shaking?  The Vacuus, trying to get in?
Or from the cat’s steely green-eyed glare?
Or, from The Attic Keeper, who ignored the Vacuus howling and banging the window and quietly growled, “You’re not supposed to be here.  The Muse Academy is officially closed.  All Muses have been sent home.  The bank has foreclosed.  On all of it, the academy, the staff, the building, the campus.
“You’re not supposed to be here.  Especially not in my attic.  No one is allowed in my attic under any circumstance.  No one even knows I am here. You have to go. Now.”
Storm the Rescue Cat, who was named so because once, a long long time ago, on a highly rare occasion when The Attic Keeper had actually left her attic room to venture out into a fierce fall rainstorm and rescued this cat.  Whom, at the time, was tiny and skinny and shivering and did not speak for a long time, even though her new home in the attic was filled with soft pillows, high perches, a warm fire, and stacks of cans of tuna fish.

That was then.  Storm is huge and fluffy and swaggers with presence and confidence. The Attic Keeper hasn’t been out since then, and it is a source of mystery to me — how she gets all those flats of tuna fish up there and nobody knows she lives and works there in the attic a the top of Muse Academy.

“We can’t go home,” said Dance, shuffling his feet.
“We haven’t got any,” said Art.
“We are orphan Muses,” said Music, shaking his orange fuzzy head.
“Yeah,” said Book.  “No artist has chosen us yet.  We haven’t been placed.”
“But that’s not the real reason, is it, Muses?”  Attic Keeper eyed the Muses sharply.
The Attic Keeper leaned forward from her chair and put her hands on her knees, breathed in deeply and asked sternly,  “Muses, spill it. What, exactly, is the real reason you stayed on?”
Art Muse waved her hands in the air as Dance Muse put his tap shoes into action and  exclaimed,   “We’ve stayed on to save the day, of course! What else would we be here for?”


Book yelled out, too. “And those Vacuus are going to break through that window any minute now and we are all perished!”  She dove into a basket to hide, spilling its contents.  Rolls and scrolls of papers.  All over, now, scattering and rolling all across the floor.
“Ideas?”  Book asked, looking through each scroll of paper.
“Archives, if you must know.” Attic Keeper answered, with a sigh. “Those are all ideas. Old, unused ideas.  From The Academy, over time.  Abandoned.  Ideas that haven’t got any artists, either, just like you. ”
“But there are so many!” shouted Music in glee, as she plowed through many other baskets, all filled with ideas.
“Will the Vacuus suck them up, too, along with us, if they break in here?” Dance shivered  a bit as the pounding on the window grew louder, angrier, even.
“The Vacuus will suck us out of ourselves and inhabit our cells.”  Announced Art Muse.
The Attic Keeper was up now, cracking open a can of tuna on the food shelf.  She used a cranky old can opener that required a great deal of force.  Storm was wrapped around her arms as she worked the can opener, purring loudly and nudging her head against Attic Keeper’s hands.  She almost knocked the can opener out of her hand, she was so excited by the fishy aroma that filled the attic.
“No,” said The Attic Keeper.  “Vacuus won’t inhabit your cells.  They will inhabit your Self.  Your personality. Vacuus don’t have any of their own.  So they’ll force or trick you out of your own, and all the ideas and feelings and opinions and dreams and work you have done, are doing, and will do.”
The Muses fell silent.  The Attic room was entirely still and quiet, except for the fire’s warm crackling and Storm’s purring as she dipped her nose deeper into the tuna can.
“Oh, it’s these that they want!”  Art pointed to the baskets of ideas and scurried to pick up those that had rolled into nooks and crannies of the room.
“They want more than that.”  said Attic Keeper.  “Vacuus are entirely empty and have no capacity to use what they suck out.  So they are always voracious for more.  They are always on the prowl.”
Attic Keeper went to a small icebox and pulled out some bowls of olives, celery sticks, some kinds of salami wrapped up in wax paper that smelled spicy and savory, rounds of creamy and sharp cheeses, a selection of mustards and from a bread cupboard, she produced floury loaves and flaky thick bread slices.
She placed them out on a picnic blanket in front of the fire, motioned for the Muses to come and eat, and poured them all glasses of chocolate milk and cranberry juice.
As the Muses grew stuffed and sleepy by the warm fire and their feast and Storm curled up  on the edge of the big work table, Attic Keeper went back to her sketching.
She put on a pair of sunglasses that had one lens missing.  She drew for a while like that, and then put the lens on the other side of the glasses frames and continued drawing.
Art Muse asked, laying stretched out on a pillow, so toasty and cozy and full that she no longer heard the Vacuus outside. “Why do you have those on like that?” she asked.
Attic Keeper didn’t look up from her paper and charcoal pencil, the quick scratching noise of the lead on thick paper so pleasant and interesting to the Muses as well.  They were sitting up now, watching her work.
“To get a sense of shadow.  Negative space.  Most art, music, literature, acting, is about revealing the negative space.  Or, rather, getting the viewer involved in the art such that the viewer experiences the negative space, and thus, knows more of the real space.”
“I never got that, really,” said Book Muse.  “How can you produce something that isn’t really there and that is what makes your art, the art?”
“Wearing sunglasses with one lens helps you do that?” asked Dance.
“Haven’t you had your artists dance, or act,  on stage with blindfolds on?” asked Attic Keeper, a bit testily.  She was not used to company, and was growing more concerned by the minute of how she was going to pack of these Muses to someplace that was not yet evicted.
“No.” replied Dance.  A slight edge was in his voice.  “I never knew to do that.”
Art Muse interrupted. “I haven’t really known how to do that, either.”
“Well, maybe that’s a part of why you never got placed!”  Attic Keeper replied crabbily.  She was concentrating on her work, after all.  These Muses did not belong here in her attic.
Then she paused.  Sighed. Set her pencil and paper and glasses down on her work table.


Gave Storm a massage behind the ears, and said, “Okay.  First things first.  What you need to know the most is how to observe things.  Just get really good at observing things.  From all sorts of points of view. From being blindfolded, to laying flat on your back, to walking barefoot, to listening, listening to stories from other people.  And just people watching.  Trying new flavors of foods.
“And draw your observations out.  Doodle them. You can write them out, too, what you observe.  But it’s best to always carry a sketchbook and a pencil with you and just doodle what you observe.  And don’t observe what everybody else is.  Daydream.  Do your own daydreaming, and put it all in a sketchbook.”
“Haven’t got any sketchbooks or pencils or any supplies at all.”  Music Muse winced, scowled and shook his head.  “Academy’s shut down.  Supply cupboard’s bare.”
A silence fell over the little crowd, and as the fire minimized, the Vacuus banging around could be heard more pronouncedly.
Attic Keeper got up, slid two more logs into the fire place and coddled them into new warm flames with a bit of iron fence post.
“Come over here, then.” She motioned them to a far wall, where hung a long and wide ornamental rug.  A deeply decorated tapestry.  Images of all kinds embedded into the weave of the threads, telling stories up and down and left to right and in circles.
She pulled it to one side and revealed  large cedar wardrobe behind it.  She opened the wardrobe’s doors and what the Muses saw made them gasp.
In wonder.
Stacks and stacks of new, blank, ready-to-use sketchbooks, with jars and jars filled with stylus pencils, new and ready to use.
But that wasn’t what the gasping wonder was about.


The sketchbooks were sparkling and pulsing and glowing and beguiling the Muses to reach out and grab them up, open them to the first blank page and fill it with doodles, ideas, drawings, and words.
“Go ahead.” Attic Keeper said, “These are Observation books.  Go ahead. Help yourself.”  Attic Keeper was smiling now.  Gesturing to them to partake.
And that’s what the Muses did.  Grabbed up several of the Observation Books and the stylus pencils and opened them up and started to engineer their images and words onto paper.
But something else.  Something unexpected and that which, to this day, has remained unexplained.
With every stroke and punctuation of the stylus pencil, a sound was offered to what appeared on the page.  All kinds of sounds and soundscapes.  Water splashing.  Trains rumbling. Running feet. Seabirds cawing at an oceanside french fry stand.  Foghorns.  Rain on a tin roof.  Baby birds waking up at sunrise.  Pebbles being poured out of a backpack onto a garden patch.
And, if you pressed it just right, the stylus pencil would pour out color onto the paper.  Small color, big color, mixed color, vibrant or vague, in thin and thick lines and smudges and drips.
All night long, until they had fallen asleep right onto their working pages, the Muses sat by the fire and worked in their Observation Books.
What do you think their observations were about?
I don’t know myself, I wasn’t there.  But I can tell you that  stylus pencil of this ilk is very loyal to its Muse, and what it produces on paper cannot ever be seen by any other except to the Muse who employed it.
This happy scene would have indeed been happy, except for one thing.  This contentedness and focus and purpose within the attic enraged the Vacuus outside.
And they attacked that sun window with increasingly jealous fervor, anger, and a desire for revenge.
________________________This is the end of Part One.  What will happen to these brave Muses?  Will they save the day?  Or be evicted by the bank foreclosure committee? Will Attic Keeper turn her back on this challenge, and return to reclusivity? Will the Vacuus break through and suck all the Self out of the Muses?  And, will Storm the Rescue Cat learn how to operate that can opener herself?  Check back here soon, because  Part Two is to be continued soon.
Heidi D. Hansen is the creator, author and illustrator of The Attic Keeper and The Muse Academy, and these materials are copyrighted 2015-2017 to her. Permission and payment are required to print or use.
Heidi is available to consult with you about how to enrich your work, talent, or personal life using creative process.  Creativity Coaching is available at a fee of $55.00 per hour, online or in person in Vancouver, Washington. Major credit cards accepted.  Please call Heidi at (360) 892-5218 or email her at for a discussion.  Thanks, and enjoy your day!

Flight of The Thundermoon Swan

flightofthethundermoonswanThe corners of the cupboards were straight and smooth. The kitchen smelled vacant, freshly scrubbbed with no life at all. Plates, spoons and simmering pans were in their designated storage places, shiny and dry. Silent and empty, no food, no people, no life.

Except for the flutter of feathers from the side cupboard.

That was life.

Feathers fluffed and moved into wings that spread and opened and pushed open the cupboard door and carried their owner, a majestic white swan, out of the cupboard, out the window and up up up into the sky.

So high in the sky the swan broke through the atmosphere and flew up and over the earth until the sunlight became moonlight, which was where she was headed. The moon.

That luscious orange oversized juicy moon that hovered over the pea planet she left behind in her wake.

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During her flight, quietly flapping her wings like a slow orchestra with a pretty melody, our swan gave herself a name. Lucy, she thought. A lovely and practical name.

Lucy contemplated her new freedom, and questioned why she had been in the cupboard in the first place, but no answers came.

Neither did she know why, on the first flight of her life, she had chosen the moon as her destination.

Lucy did not have much time to consider these, because the moon was so close she could hear it talking to her.

“Hello, Lucy,” said the moon. “Nice of you to come. I wonder, could I impose on you to get me a few items from the earth?”

“Of course,” said Lucy, happy to be of help.

“I think I would like a piece of music, if you don’t mind.”

Lucy flew down to earth and retrieved a piece of music she thought the moon might enjoy. SHe brought it back to the moon.

“Lovely, thank you.” said the moon. “Would you mind getting a painting for me, as well?”

Lucy happily agreed and went to earth and came back with a painting of interest.

“What is earth doing in its science laboratories these days?” the moon asked. “Would you please go and bring me a bit of science? Biology and chemistry would be appreciated.”

And although Lucy had some difficulty getting into CERN, she did so and brought back some truly important findings.

“And,” said the moon, blushing because it had asked so much of this single swan, “would you please bring me a bit of government?”

Lucy said she wan’t sure she could do this, but she would try.

And she thought and thought and brought back a piece of flag from the United Nations.

“And, — thank you, my dear Lucy, for all of these things, — and this is the last request I have of you. I have all of these things, and I love them all, but what is missing is people. Would you bring me a person, please?”

Lucy thought and thought before she answered the moon on this. She did not think she could, at all, bring the moon a person.

Lucy did not think she had really ever met a person. Being in the cupboard and all.

“I don’t think I can,” she finally told the moon, bleakly.

“Would you try, please?” asked the moon. “I need someone to teach me how to play a song, paint a picture, find a cure, lead the way.”

So Lucy, not wanting to dissapoint the first and only true friend she ever had, flew back to earth to find a person.

She went looking in the place she was most familiar with, the kitchen cupboard.

But when she reached out a wing to open the cupboard, something new and different happened. She heard a voice. A human voice.

“Mom, where’s the jam?” Lucy heard a young girl calling out.

“In the cupboard where it always is, Lucy silly!” came the mother’s voice after.

And Lucy opened the cupboard door and found the jam.

She took it out and spread it on the toast which had popped out of the toaster spraying crumbs and smelling nuttty and warm. Butter was sliding around on it, half melted and half lump on the crusty bread.

“You want a slice, too, mom?” Lucy heard herself ask.

“Oh, yum,” answered her mother. “I’ll pour the milk and let’s eat on the porch.

“This is my favorite bedtime snack, toast from fresh baked bread and grandma’s blackberry jam,” Lucy said, stealing the first bite before they plopped down on the porch rocker.

She slurped down a few gulps of ice cold creamy milk and took the next bite from the center of the bread.

“Oh, look at that moon, mom!” Lucy exclaimed with mouth full and chewing. “It’s so so orange and gigantic. In the clouds it looks like it’s quivering. See?”

Her mother nodded. “Yep,” she said, between chews of her own slice, “That’s a thundermoon. Biggest moon of the year, causes thunderstorms, and is an orange peachy color. The way the clouds move around it makes it look like its moving. Some say it looks like its flying.”

“Yeah,” Lucy nodded, full and sleepy. “It looks like its flying.”

by Heidi D. Hansenc2016allrightsreserved.