When the Muse Strikes
Authors often talk about their Muse as if it's a separate entity that stops by every once in a while, hopefully more, and helps them out. Others talk about how us as a part of their brain that helps them with ideas. Doesn't really matter what we call it?
In all honesty, all it is is our creativity sparking different ideas and seeing different parts of inspiration to bring us our characters and their stories.
I call mine my Muse because it gets the point across. Rather than talking about the different chemicals in the brain to bring about my creativity I call her my Muse. I started off writing in order to figure out what this voice in my head was. After I wrote a few words, I came up with the idea of the Redwood Pack.
As I laid out my seven book series my world my world building all of that, I realized that I had worn my brain I don't want to confine myself to one simple series. And by simple, I don't mean simple, I mean just one. LOL. So from that, I thought about what else is in my brain that my Muse wanted to write about, and with that came angels.
But I didn't want to stop there. I wanted to write a whole series about any type of supernatural character that I love and want to write about. And my Muse was so happy I swear she was salivating at the thought. So I came up with the Dante’s Circle series, a seven book series about a group of seven female friends. What happens when they find out the supernatural world isn't make-believe. Now I didn't stop there either, I went on and thought about a bunch of other new series I can raid in the future. But, my Muse to do whatever she wants in the series, because her and I love the plot. Meaning, as soon as she says something, she is pretty much consistent in the world building. I'm very lucky in that respect.
What happens when you're Muse strikes when you're in the middle of one thing? Usually, I have enough time to sit down and plot a couple things for another book and then come back to the one I'm working on. But in deadline mode, my Muse needs to realize that in order to get the store she wanted told first, she needs to focus. And that's pretty much my own mind working. I luckily do not have ADD so I can focus, but I know that my writing partner can focus on one thing at one time the she has a lot of projects going on at once as she doesn't have to focus just on one.
I love the fact that we can be as creative as we want to be because writing is an art form. Going through in creating all these new ideas, is something that some people only dream about. I am very lucky and what I do, and very lucky my Muse still has a lot going in her.
So, what happens when your creativity goes haywire and decides to learn something new? What you do to focus? Or do you even bother, I just go on a different path? How does the Muse strike you?
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Dust of My Wings Blurb
Humans aren’t as alone as they choose to believe.
Every human possesses a trait of supernatural that lays dormant within their genetic make-up. Centuries of diluting and breeding have allowed humans to think they are alone and untouched by magic. But what happens when something changes?
Neat freak lab tech, Lily Banner lives her life as any ordinary human. She’s dedicated to her work and loves to hang out with her friends at Dante’s Circle, their local bar. When she discovers a strange blue dust at work she meets a handsome stranger holding secrets – and maybe her heart. But after a close call with a thunderstorm, she may not be as ordinary as she thinks.
Shade Griffin is a warrior angel sent to Earth to protect the supernaturals’ secrets. One problem, he can’t stop leaving dust in odd places around town. Now he has to find every ounce of his dust and keep the presence of the supernatural a secret. But after a close encounter with a sexy lab tech and a lightning quick connection, his millennia old loyalties may shift and he could lose more than just his wings in the chaos.
Dust of My Wings Excerpt
“Hi.” Shade smiled and tilted his head.
“Hi,” she breathed.
“You look beautiful, Lily.” He tucked a stray hair behind her ear and she shivered.
“You do too.” She blushed again. Soon she’d be Crayola red. “I mean you look handsome.”
He traced her jaw with a calloused finger. “Thank you. Are you ready to go?”
She swallowed hard. “Uh huh.”
Okay, she really had to remember the English language. This was getting embarrassing.
“Okay then.” He trailed his hand down her arm and wrapped his palm around hers. His warm skin felt like heaven against hers.
She shook her head, clearing her thoughts. How was she supposed to get through a whole date if she couldn’t even formulate thoughts to get out of the door?
With a nod, she gripped his hand tighter and closed the door behind her. He led her to his bike and she smiled.
“I love it, Shade.”
He gave a huge grin. “Thanks. This is my baby. No matter where I am, I try and take her with me.” He rubbed the leather seat and an irrational urge to knock the bike down went through
She would not be jealous of a motorcycle. Would not.
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