A-Musing Monday #writerslife

Ciao, amici! This is going to be a busy week. I had some things planned to tell you, but someone interrupted me when I sat down to blog. Thought you might be interested in that conversation. What follows is my best recollection of our chat.

I stretched, cracked my knuckles. Opened a WordPress window to compose a new post. Caught movement out of the corner of my eye.

Looked up at the door to the den. Shouldn’t have. But curiosity got the best of me before common sense set in.

There he stood. My muse. In all his magnificent glory.

“When did you get back?” I cringed. Every time I get flustered, I do something stupid. Like ask a painfully obvious question. The guy had literally just popped into the house. I’m quite certain I would have noticed if he’d been around for the last six months.

One dark eyebrow arched as his lips quirked. “Do you really want me to answer that?”

I bit back a sigh. “No. I suppose not. But I would like to know where you’ve been.”

“You’re not my only author.” He sauntered into the room, sat beside me on the sofa. Heat radiated off his sun-burnished body, a warm caress that smelled of sea air and sandalwood.

“And these other writers you… inspire. Were they in the tropics? You’re looking awfully tan for us coming out of a rainy spring.” I was rather proud of myself for not withering in his presence.

That pleasure was short-lived.

Cara, according to my calendar, you have a book release tomorrow. How much marketing do you have planned?”

My stomach flopped.

“And you’ve got no fewer than four manuscripts releasing in October, yet last week you had two days where you didn’t meet your word count goals.”

“True, but I was editing. And there was research.” My tone was pathetically small. I recognized the excuses for what they were. Surely I wouldn’t fool him.

I didn’t.

“Not to mention the series you’re supposed to be releasing under your own name instead of the pen name.”

“Now, wait a minute. I have the cookie as well as the first book done. And I have a few chapters of the second complete.”

“The cookie and the first book were already done. You merely did another revision of them. And you haven’t touched the second book in weeks.”

“Well, I’ve been busy.” Even I rolled my eyes. My voice already has a nasally-Pittsburgh sound. Whining made it downright unbearable to listen to.

He shifted in his seat to better face me, muscles rippling with each subtle movement. The cushion dipped, and I wasn’t prepared. I lost my balance and all but fell into his lap.

Large, warm hands gripped my shoulders, steadying me while sending an electric jolt through my body. Honestly, I would rather have fallen on my face. Praying I wasn’t drooling, I looked up, met his gaze. His deep, brown eyes burned with intensity—a mix of self-satisfied humor and righteous irritation. Both of which were because of me.

Cara, I can’t be here 24/7.”

“You haven’t been here in more than half a year! I think I’m doing pretty well, all things considered.”

“Tell me again how many marketing posts you have lined up.”

I scowled at him. “I have a release post going live tomorrow.”

“Good for you. That’s sure to get you on the NYTBS list. Where are you on your WIP?”

“I’m more than half way done, thank you very much.”


“But I keep adding scenes.”

He smirked.

“It’s not funny.” I got up and walked across the room. I was better at defending myself when he wasn’t so close. My mind got all muzzy when he was near. Stupid muse magic. And I could still feel the hum of energy surging through my blood.

“Something you want to do, cara?”

I could think of a lot of somethings, all too salacious to mention. Almost all. One desire—the overriding desire—was worth pursuing. “I want to write.”

“I’m sorry, what’d you say?” He put his hand to his ear and turned his head. “I didn’t hear you all the way over here.”

“You heard me.”

And just like that, his cocky grin was back.

“You know, you were more useful when I was writing romance.”

“You have a romantic suspense series just waiting for some attention.” He flipped up the leg rest of the recliner, leaned back. Cradled his head, biceps bunching.

I walked back to the other end of the couch, giving him as wide a berth as possible. Sitting with my laptop, I closed WordPress and opened Scrivener. “Would you mind relaxing somewhere else? I have work to do.”

“I’d take a swim, but you haven’t opened the pool yet.”

God help me, I didn’t need a wet muse on my hands.

“I suppose I could burn off some nervous energy by exercising.” He stripped off his shirt, dropped to the floor, started doing pushups.

I made a mental note to call our pool guy. Shirtless muse outside was preferable to shirtless muse inside. At least, as far as my productivity went.

When he got to one hundred—and showed no signs of slowing—I moved my computer so the screen would block my view. Then I started to write.

I don’t know. I think I might be the only person whose muse is as much a distraction as he is an inspiration. Obvious issues aside, I’m glad he’s back. My deadlines are starting to concern me, and I could use the motivation.

If you are one of the people who generously offered to help me promote The Gate, I’d like to thank you. As you just read, I seriously dropped the ball on this one, so I’ve decided to spread out my marketing efforts over the next month (or four) instead of rushing to get them all done within the next ten days. For those of you still interested in helping an overwhelmed writer weeks after her release, just leave me a comment and we’ll work something out. And if you’re as disgusted by my calendar management as my muse is, don’t worry about it. We’re still friends. πŸ’•

36 thoughts on “A-Musing Monday #writerslife

  1. Eeek! I can’t believe I’m this far behind in reading posts! Oh. My. Yum. Erm, I mean, that’s quite the distraction, it’s amazing you can write anything but romance when he’s, um, working out inside. (has the pool guy showed up yet? Maybe you could send your muse to the muse YMCA πŸ˜‰ ) This is a great convo between you two. Always fun to eavesdrop πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€

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  2. Whoo hoo! Nothing like a tanned muscled hot muse to get you moving! πŸ™‚ This was a great post. Isn’t it interesting how our muses, for the most part, are the opposite sex? I loved your comeback line, though, “You know, you were more useful when I was writing romance…” πŸ™‚ Good luck with all the irons in the fire! If your muse gets to too big of an annoyance, send him to visit me.

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    • He is quite the taskmaster.

      You know, I never noticed, but you’re right. Most of our muses are of the opposite sex. Wonder why that is? (And poor Sue, her’s is a grizzled old crone. Then again, maybe it works better for her that way!)

      I would send him to you, but I’m not quite ready to lose my inspiration yet. I’d be happy to ask him to squeeze you in when I’m not working. Or see if one of his friends is free…

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  3. You keep telling yourself you’d rather fall on your face than in your HOT muse’s lap, lol.
    Loved this line: Heat radiated off his sun-burnished body, a warm caress that smelled of sea air and sandalwood. (Nice!)
    Deadlines are both a bane and an incentive- I have confidence you’ll make yours, though {{hugs}}

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    • My muse is hot, but he’s not my husband. Those are the arms I’ll always choose to fall into. (That’s my happy place. Plus, I know he’ll always catch me.) Mr. Muse is a good guy, but he’s got a bit of the devil in him. And I sometimes think he’d enjoy watching me face-plant, especially when I’ve ticked him off by not meeting my goals.

      Deadlines are both banes and incentives. Hopefully, in this case, more the latter of the two. Thanks for the support, Jacquie.

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  4. Your muse is hot? Lucky! I picture mine as some old, decrepit woman who’s had the s**t kicked outta her. Between you and me, I think she’s dating the critic dude. πŸ˜‰

    You’re always welcome on my blog, Staci. Got research? Email me when you’re ready.

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    • I’m trying to spread things out. I can’t compile proper posts so quickly, nor can I keep up with all of them. If you’re okay with June or even July (to keep the momentum going), I am, too. If you’ll be playing catch-up, though, don’t worry about it. Either way, thanks for the offer, and I’ll definitely add you for October.

      I hope this is a trip for pleasure. Safe travels!

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      • I’d be happy to, Staci. Do you have set information or shall I do a review? I’ll have lots of reading time. The plane trip is 18 hours each way (to Japan). I’d be fine with June or July. Do you have a preference?

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      • I don’t have a preference. For any of it. How about I add you to my list and reach out when you return?

        My gosh. Eighteen hours! I don’t think I could do that. But I’ll be thinking of you!


  5. I’m distracted by your muse and I’m just reading your blog post, LOL!

    I knew about tomorrow’s release (of course I’m in for promo), but you have four–FOUR!!–books releasing in October?!?! I’m mind-boggled. You are a writing machine! πŸ˜€

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  6. Yes, I can see where the muse would be a serious distraction. I’m like you, this marketing thing is overwhelming and I do a poor job with it. I’d rather just write. (And you know I’ve got you down for next week.)

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