For the past twenty minutes I find myself plagued with images of Paris after dark. A city filled with lights and rivers. Ancient architecture that has seen more life than any of us will ever imagine. The Louvre, with its exquisite collection of paintings and sculptures. Representations of societies long passed. *dreamy sigh*
My condo disappears for a bit while I take this imaginary field trip. My muse is a traveler. Of time and space and the world. She enjoys the dusty desert pyramids of Egypt with its golden mysteries buried deep inside. She partakes in the ancient festivities of the Greco-Roman Temples, stadiums, and royal houses. She recites Irish lore and Scottish myths in vivid songs. Has told me countless tales about the rolling green pastures and the magical fae.
I admit, I’m jealous of my muse. She gets to have all the fun. I, however, get to live vicariously through her. She’s introduced me to Princes, Kings, senators, councilmen, forensic investigators, movie stars, magical beings, lovers, haters, families, villains and even a few normal people, like you and I. Each of these have left a little imprint in my heart, forever changing my landscape. These people live and breathe in memory. I try to make them live and breathe on paper too.
Some people wonder why I spend so much time writing when the payoff isn’t ‘NY Times Bestselling Author’ *yet*. My reason is because writing is breathing. Writing is life. Think about it. Greece may be beautiful, but through the eyes of a forsaken goddess cursed to spend an immortal life among mankind while each of her lovers perishes? Those large, empty ruins suddenly take on new life, don’t they?
Its days like these, when I’m in my little condo on a dreary day wishing I’d gotten that Peppermint Mocha Latte I’d been dreaming of at work, and sitting to wait out the repair of a broken water main, that I realize that writing is my freedom. My escape.
I write, hence I live.
Which is why I want to start a new feature on my blog. I would like to have a different author every month. They’ll be my highlight author. They can tell me all they want about their muse and the wonderful journeys they’ve taken. And I in turn, will pass these great tales onto you. Who knows? Gifts and games may even be included.
Interested? Drop me a line.





From my Sony Vaio!
Well, I survived. My very first Black Friday in retail. Granted, it’s Barnes and Noble. Our version of Black Friday isn’t quite what you’re used to. It’s not the crazed, violent, topple over each other at 5am to buy a large plasma screen television type thing. It’s more just a flow of customers so steady you hardly have time to pee, much less think. Thankfully though, they were all mostly in a good mood. I’m sure our Christmas Blend coffee had something to do with it. People love that stuff.
I’m back! Actually, I was back yesterday, I just did not have the time or patience to sit and write out a blog post. I would have been all extra snarky anyway.
I’m off for the weekend. Hubby and I have planned a trip to Vermont to visit with some good friends. They moved away several months ago now, but honestly, I miss them terribly. We used to get together like almost every weekend when they were down. The four of us sort of share a brain. When we play games like Taboo, it’s just madness. So the weekend should be a lot of fun.
It’s been raining all day. Not that I mind. I happen to like the rain. It’s so relaxing. But my hair seems to mind. It’s a giant puff ball of unmanageable curls at the moment. Although sexy bed-hair works on most people, I’ve been turning the house upside down looking for a hat all morning. I think I may want a beret. I know it sounds insane, (because who wears those anymore) but I found a really cute red one, cable knit, and I’ve been thinking about it ever since.
