I’m finishing up a book right now that will be out in March ‘10. Or it will be if I can figure out how to write the ending without throwing the laptop out the window. Yeah, it’s going that well.
This is the point where many authors start chatting about the muse. They blame her for any and all writing irregularities. She also gets credit for the good stuff. Me, well, I don’t believe in the muse. I just read a blog on this subject somewhere. If I could find it, I’d link to it because I agree with the author’s view. The idea of the muse is fun and all but it’s a romantic fantasty. She doesn’t exist. While we’re on this suject, the books don’t write themselves and the characters don’t write them either. It’s all me. It’s about writing on the days when I feel like doing anything else. It’s about writing, revision and then revising again. Good, bad and mistakes – all me. My imagination (or lack of it) drives the books. The characters are real to me because I created them but they’re not, you know, actually real.
Now, I wish the muse did exist because then I could smack the crap out of her for letting me take a wrong turn in this book about 30 pages ago. Alas, still me.
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