The Muse. The driving force inside us that inspires us to create the stories we write. The gateway to the voices inside our heads, the ones who scream write about me!! And once the gate opens, a flood of voices and emotions spill into our conscious, even prying into our subconscious. Sometimes, it’s hard to discern the storyline through all the mayhem. Other times, the problem lies our muse holding part back – giving the writer just enough to entice thus getting our hands to the keyboard and write only to then push us to “discover” just how the plot unfolds.
But how do you know your Muse?
I discovered my muse is my horse, Shetan. I know, I know – a horse? Writers are slightly insane as it is – as Bob Mayer states, no sane, rational person knowingly sits down and writes 100,000 words – but a horse? I have a friend, a lawyer, who simply can’t believe it and gives me a bad time over this. But it is true. Shetan, my beautiful Arabian, is a perfect muse. Where I have him boarded is an hour drive away. A bite on gas but I get a space where I can think, play with plot, characters, ideas without people interrupting me. Yes, there is the cellphone but I veer clear of texting & driving and emailing. Mostly, I listen to soundtracks. Last few months, its either Fast5 or the latest, Spartacus: Vengeance (perfect since my current wip is on Rome). Set music, nothing really new, becomes background music – perfect for a mind to wander to.
The ranch my boy is at is not a public boarding place but private therefore mostly vacant of people. It is a place that I leave everything in the car, including the infamous cell, and spend time playing with my boy. As any horse owner will tell you, to spend time with one of these fabulous creatures is like manna from heaven. He touches my soul and renews me every time – regardless if we ride, do groundwork or just spend time together. It clears my head. Any tension, any pressures from everyday life lift. With all that gone, the story flows and plot problems untangle or get deeper.
Of course, sometimes, a new voice yells what about me?!? Yeah, another problem. The new “boyfriend.” Ooops!
So tell me – what or who inspires your Muse?