Bet I got your attention. My lover got mine. He’s tall, dark, handsome and my muse. My writing muse, that is. My lover is not a real person, he’s the creative part of my brain that keeps me up at night whispering stories in my head, or distracts me during the day when I should be listening to my husband, or focusing on my kids or friends. My muse is so inconsiderate!
I tried to leave him at home as I do for all my vacations, but my muse just wouldn’t be left behind this time. Since this is my third vacation this summer, I decided to be flexible in my ‘no working’ on vacation rule and let my muse come out to play just a bit.
I’ve never really tried to work when on holiday, so I wasn’t really prepared for what a challenge it would be. Let me tell you attempting to write in a condominium at the beach is hard enough, but actually writing anything that is good in a condominium filled with three other adults and four children under the age of nine is a feat worthy of Wonder Woman. All I need now is a skimpy blue, red, and gold shiny silk costume and a long, black wig.
I would give up on my efforts, but I am a breath away from being done with my newest book, which is my first foray into the world of contemporary paranormal. This latest book is near and dear to my heart. It is one I started over two years ago, but set aside to finish a round of historical novels I was working on. Yet I could not walk away from this story. It called to me in the night, a lover singing in my ear and beckoning me to open up my laptop and finish the novel.
So while I have been at the beach I have been staying up late, getting up early, and leaning on my husband to entertain our kids for at least an hour every day. I’m almost done, and my muse has been chattering nonstop the whole time.
Here is a little peak at the first novel in my Siren Saga. The first book is titled: Echoes in the Silence and this comes in the last fourth of the book when my heroine is in crisis.
Over the years I had considered many times what it would be like when I became human, but I had never, not even once, considered that there may come a time when I no longer wanted to become human, when I would have given up everything for a way to stay a Siren and keep the man I loved.
I had reached for a dream and the dream had floated above me where I could not fathom a way to capture it without destroying myself and Max.
Warm tears slid down my face as I walked away from him. I did not look back to see if he was watching me. I did not have to. His stare pierced the tender flesh of my back, a thousand daggers of sorrow scaring me forever. The pain was greater than any wound I had ever received.
The pain curling inside of me and making me nauseous was a thousand times worse than the pain of losing my father and that pain had left me numb for months, unable to speak or barely eat. That pain had changed me irrevocably and set the course of my life so that I had done everything in my power to ensure I would not repeat the mistake of my mother and many Sirens before me by falling in love with a Cordisi.
All my effort had been useless. I had fallen for Max despite everything I knew. I had plunged headlong off a cliff into a turbulent sea of desire and longing. I had set out to outwit fate and fate had checkmated me.
So have you ever promised yourself you would not work, but your muse just would not leave you alone? If so, how do you fit work into a vacation? I would love some expert tips!
Have a great day!
Julie Johnstone, The Marchioness of Mayhem