Herding the Wild Muse
by Stacy Eaton
My mind has a tendency to go a million miles an hour in at least four directions at any one time, so when an idea for a story comes along, my muse tightens the reigns and holds on tight.
I’ve been luck in my writing career to have a productive muse that doesn’t shut down too often; at least it doesn’t shut down on ideas. Sometimes it turns itself off because it’s too tired or has too many things going on. From plotlines to twists my mind seems to move pretty quickly with the concepts.
When I wrote my first book, My Blood Runs Blue, I wrote it in about ten weeks. I wrote the second book in about twelve weeks. A few books have taken several months, but Six Days of Memories was written in twenty eight days and Barbara’s Plea, which will be released soon, was written in five days. When the muse is strong, it’s hard to hold her back. Only the demands on my time keep me from allowing her to run loose.
There are two places that bring out a lot of creativity in my mind, one is the shower and the other is while driving. Maybe it is the act of doing something that doesn’t take a lot of mental focus that allows my mind to wander through ideas. I know that one day I was in the car for less than an hour and during that time, Whether I’ll Live or Die was born. When I arrived home, I knew how it would start and how it would end, and the title was born at that same time.
Another time, I was at my local deli and I saw a man who did something very trivial, but it was kind. What he had done had stuck with me all day, that night a story was born. Five days later the stranger from the deli had become Grey Bloodstone and Barbara’s Plea was written.
Sometimes it is a person who sparks and idea, or a character. Others the plots just slid into mind. I think some of that comes from working as a police detective. I see some very random things in my job and many of them have tapped my muse on the shoulder and said, what do you think? Personally, I don’t care how I get the ideas, as long as they keep coming. The hard part is finding the time between career job, family and other obligations, but it’s worth it. It really is.
Paranormal Romantic Suspense
Date Published: January 2015 by Nitewolf Novels
My Blood Runs Blue. Originally released in 2011, the 2015 version has been revised and re-edited.
“I’m still a cop, and my blood runs blue.” Officer Kristin Greene has always felt that something was missing from her life. Even though her job with the Fawn Hollow Township Police Department keeps her busy, she continues to feel as if there is something else out there she is meant to be doing. Kristin finds herself investigating a homicide where a young woman has had her throat ripped brutally out. As she begins to dig for the answers, she finds herself thrown into a world she never knew existed. When Julian and Alexander crash into her life, she finds herself being pulled into a love triangle that has been going on longer than she has been alive. Kristin in determine to figure out who they are and why they keep calling her Calista. Join Kristin as she fights to learn the truth about the recent murder, the two seductive men who have entered into her life and the real truth about herself in a suspenseful tale that weaves paranormal into to the realistic world of law enforcement.
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“Julian, if you want someone else to go after him, I can send Gabe—” he started to say.
“No, Alexander, I can do this alone. I want him. I need to finish this myself,” I was quick to reply.
“You’re taking this personally, Jules.” He put his hand up to stop me when I would have interrupted. “You know it is better to not have a personal attachment to your assignment. I have allowed you to stay on this case because I know how good you are and how focused you can be. I also figure that maybe your close attachment to him might help you find him, to allow us to finally grieve and move on.” He looked down at his desk, knowing he had made a mistake in his words as he fingered the expensive pen in his hand.
I caught the “us” in there. Yeah, you loved her, too. But she chose me.
I couldn’t repress the sigh as I looked down at the beautifully hand-sewn Oriental rug at my feet, not really seeing it, but noticing its bright reds and blues, the same colors that were swirling around in my mind. Red for hatred and blue for the loss I had suffered. I was taking it personally, I knew that, but I would not allow any other warrior to find Damon and take him to the other world. This would be my vengeance, and mine alone.
I looked back up at him with that heated emotion stark in my expression as he continued.
He tried to redeem his words, and I almost laughed. “We cannot allow Damon to keep up with this behavior. Killing our females and children is not what we are about. If he continues, our race will end.”
“Master, I know it is not. I will be fine; I can distance myself from the attachment. You, of all people, know that,” I said calmly.
“Fine, so be it, but Gabriel is going with you this time,” he said, with a flick of his hand.
“You don’t need to send a babysitter with me, Alexander,” I retorted, as anger bubbled under my skin.
He regarded me with a quick tight-lipped expression which told me he was about to lose his cool. “It is not to watch over you, Julian. It is to assist you.