When I came out of the closet and announced to my family that I was pursuing my dream of becoming a published author, I was received with enthusiasm from my sisters, which turned to quiet indifference. My husband and kids were skeptical at best. It was this constant reminder that while I was sitting behind the computer for a few hours a day, they were actually living. This turned to indifference when I refused to fold and continued on my writing journey.
This was when I realized I had to bring back my muse from my teen years, when sitting behind the typewriter and creating stories were for my benefit and not for anyone else.
I needed someone to inspire me when I no longer had the emotional energy to continue. I needed someone who drowned out all the negativity around me and tell me what I need to hear.
A muse can be anyone: fictional, real, or fictional-real (someone you admire but have never met). A muse can be more than one person and change depending on your need.
My muse, since I was a teenager, has been Stephen King, though I would never want to meet him. I want to continue to “know” him the way I “know” him in my mind.
My muse tells me…
If you’ve drawn someone into your creation and made them hope, fear, love, laugh, cry, you’ve done your job.
It starts with words. They have the power to open realms.
It's okay to ask for help...Beta Readers and Crit Partners are a great resource.
You give up and I’m sending you a vampire, a clown, a gunslinger, a plague…
What does your muse tell you?