This month I've entered several events to try to force my missing muse home. I'm participating in the May Writing Boot Camp, goal 60,000 words. This will get me my first draft of my UF YA. I also threw my next book in the Dueling with the Devil series, Sweet Revenge. If I can get a good 1000 words a day on that WIP, I'll be a happy camper. I'll also be blogging at several sites, such as this one. Writing is writing, whether in a WIP or in a blog post.
With the help of my Boot Camp team, posting snippets for Six Sentence Sundays, and writing posts for great readers, I'm sure my muse will reappear. Today, she made a brief appearance for some writing and editing. Keep your fingers crossed that she doesn't go back into hibernation again.
How do you coax your muse out of her slumber?
While we wait for my muse to finish, Sweet Revenge, book 2 in the Dueling with the Devil series. Check out this excerpt from book 1, Soul Catcher.
Excerpt:
This must be what it felt like to be hit by truck. Truck or bullet, it didn’t really matter. They both hurt like a motherfucker. She sat next to Etienne wearing Jacque’s shirt, which covered more than her dress. Her chest pulsed with pain and her head throbbed as the bright lights of Bourbon Street entered the car.
Etienne’s driver parked in front of her house and Etienne ushered them inside, using as much of his long lanky body to shield them as possible. Nat snapped out of her comatose state halfway to the house. Jasmine went numb, not saying or doing much of anything. She aimlessly followed Etienne’s orders.
Marie and Faith rushed into the living room when Angel and the others entered the house. Horror distorted their faces as they stared at the group.
“What the hell happened tonight?” Marie inquired.
“Long story, Grand-mère. We have to get our things and get outta here. I’ll explain later.” Angel ran to the kitchen and grabbed two bottles of Vamp Juice. She tossed one to Nat when she returned back in the room.
“What the hell is this?” Nat scrunched her nose as she cracked open the bottle and took a whiff.
“You don’t want to know. Drink it. It’ll make you feel better. I know you used a lot of energy saving me. And yeah, you’ll be explaining how you did it later.”
“Okay ladies. I need you to gather all essential items as quickly as possible. We need to get out of here.” Etienne began packing the items in the dining room, all the potions, ritual items, and spell books. Marie and Faith went to pack Marie’s bags. Angel grabbed Nat and flew up the stairs.
She threw open the closet doors, debating what to take. “Nat grab the biggest suitcase you can find and make sure to get every designer shoe you can manage to carry. If nothing else, everything over $500 must come with.” Angel snatched her Louis Vuitton off the floor and shoved clothes into it. “I’ll take care of clothes.” Four suitcases later, she and Nat struggled down the stairs. Angel said a sad goodbye to those items she left behind.
Etienne shook his head in frustration. “Ladies, I said ‘essential.’”
Angel clutched her bags to her. “I don’t know how you roll, but all this is ‘essential,’ unless you plan to replace five years of collecting designer shoes.”
“Okay, the driver will put everything in the car. Come on, we have to leave.”
Everyone shuffled into the limo. Exhaustion tackled Angel like a linebacker. She rested her head on Marie’s shoulder as Faith patted her leg. “What happened?” Marie questioned again.
“I’m not sure of everything. We were at the club dancing. Then someone started shooting. Jacque and I got hit. I woke up in the back of this limo.”
“Who would be shooting at you?”
Angel yawned and stretched her arms behind her head onto the back of the seat. “Jacque and Laurent went back into the club to find out more information. Hopefully, they’ll have something when they meet us at Etienne’s.”
“Let’s hope they are safe and will return soon.” Marie forced a grin.
“The rougarous were there helping, too. I hope they’re fine. I have no more bargaining chips up my sleeve. Jacque better be fine!”
“Now, Nat, please explain what the hell you did to me. I’m not complaining, just what the fuck?” Angel kicked her friend’s feet, drawing a smile from her.
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1 comments:
Great post, Vivi! I think just about every writer, at one time or another, can relate to this post. I find when I'm having a problem writing my WIP, if I put it aside for a while and work on something else, just for fun, it helps the flow start again. Like you said, any kind of writing is good. Sometimes setting a lower goal--fewer words per day--works as well. Once the story starts flowing, sometimes you surprise yourself and pass the lower goal before you know it. Usually this works for me. Depending on what the problem is, sometimes you just need to step away for a while.
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