Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Breakfast With My Muse

Today I welcome as my guest blogger Michigan science fantasy romance author Lynda K. Scott, whose latest book is ALTERED DESTINY. 

by Lynda K. Scott
I got up late this morning and staggered into my office where my muse, aka Wookie the Alien Kitten-Queen of the Universe, waited impatiently beside her food dish. The minute I crossed the threshold, she spun in a tight, miffed circle and gave an annoyed squawk which I interpreted to - "Feed me!"

It's always nice to be recognized for your value and purpose in life.

Wookie was in a better mood once she had some kibble in her bowl and began purring like a little motor boat. I figured it was safe to go fetch my own breakfast. Hubby, who the girls (Wookie and her minion, Zuzu) refer to as the Dad, was buried in his newspaper oblivious to everything around him. I prepared our cereals, Zuzu's morning treats and Wookie's cat grass (I cut several blades of grass from the pot I keep on my counter after learning that it's unwise to give her the entire pot at one time). When I finally sat down, both Wookie and Zuzu were ready. Wookie curled around the leg of my chair and meowed, "Grass, now."

Zuzu gave her a silent look that said "Impatient, much?" But she didn't say anything. That's because Zuzu is far too smart to disparage the Queen of the Universe. I winked at Zuzu while I held a blade of the freshly cut grass for Wookie. I don't disparage Her Majesty either.

"What are plans?" Wookie asked around her cat grass. Her eyes closed in delight at the fresh taste of grass.

Wookie, being my muse, is always right to the point. She knows that left to my own devices I wouldn't do much more than read a good book or play games on the Internet. Zuzu eyed her treats lined up on the table. A drop of drool dangled from her lip to plop on the tile floor. I gave her a cookie. "I'm writing this morning. 10 pages I need to do at least 50 by the end of the week."

"That's good." Hubby grunted behind his paper. It rattled as he turned the pages.

Both girls watched him for a minute in case he had treats to offer them. He's a good man but talk about writing leaves him glassy eyed and suggesting I add weird elements to the plot. Like I don't come up with my own weird ideas, lol.

That's the problem. Ideas are plentiful. They leap and bound through my head wherever I turn during the day and follow me into dreamland at night. I have plenty ideas. Sometimes I think I have too many. Because when I sit down to write, I get the 'frozen-in-the-headlights' feeling that animals feel when a car races at them.

I'm not afraid of the ideas, though. I'm intrigued by them, stunned by them and overwhelmed by them. Which to use? Which character best works with the idea? (Yeah, I have characters just waiting for a chance to appear in a story too but that's a subject for another post.)

And, more importantly, when should I write them?

That's my major problem. Parking myself in front of the computer and actually putting these weird ideas to use. That's where Wookie, and even Zuzu, come in handy. You see, they like routine. So we do our breakfast routine, check with Hubby to see if he has any plans that needs my cooperation, and check the calendar to see if I have any appointments that aren't filed in my memory banks.

Putting the act of writing down as a routine assures that I will at least be in a position to actually write. I'm a hedonist at heart so if I don't do this, I won't write. It's that simple.

I'm not sure how other writers handle it, if they just automatically head to their writing area, but I need a routine to keep me on track. I may not always get my 10 pages or they may be sheer rubbish but by keeping the routine, I'm making the effort and that's important.

When my breakfast routines are done, Wookie joins me in the office, finds her sunny spot and purrs. That's my hint to get busy. So include your muse in your daily routines...even if s/he isn't an alien kitten. See if that helps you get the words on paper.

Thanks for appearing her today, Lynda!

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Altered Destiny 
by Lynda K Scott
Science Fantasy Romance
Available in ebook formats

Stranded on an alternate Earth, architect and Jill-of-all-trades, Liane Gautier-MacGregor must find her way back to her homeworld before she's enslaved...or falls in love with a man who is the exact duplicate of her ex-husband. 

Devyn MacGregor's alter ego as the Reiver Lord is the only way he can fight the Qui'arel and their nefarious Bride Bounty, a tax paid with human females...until he meets the oddly familiar woman who claims he is her husband. And who sets in motion the rebellion that will either free his countrymen or destroy them.

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Wednesday, December 14, 2011

What would you go back to see?

If a time machine existed, what events would you go back in history to see? Lincoln’s delivery of the Gettysburg Address? John F. Kennedy’s “I am a Berliner” speech? Maybe if you’re particular bloodthirsty, you’d like to go back far enough to see Anne Boleyn beheaded. Or to storm the beach at Normandy for the D-Day invasion.

Except for the beheading, I’d enjoy witnessing all of those events and many more. But an event I have always wished I could have been present for would be to be in that field in Roswell, New Mexico in 1947, when a particular aircraft crashed.

Was it really an aircraft? The government has maintained all these years that it was a failed weather balloon. Probably true, right? Still, witnesses at the time insisted it was a spacecraft and that alien bodies were taken from it. Mostly likely it was just a weather balloon — real life can be so dreary.

The great thing about writing is that it’s just like having a time machine. No, it’s even better. Through my new Magical Mystery, MAGICALALIENATION, I not got to visit that field, I was able create the truth about what really happened there.

And not just Roswell, either. I also got to decide what really goes on at the infamous Area 51 at Groom Lake, Nevada. And if you think you know what those places are all about, you’re in for a big surprise.

MAGICAL ALIENATION once again features fake psychic Samantha Brennan and genuine Celtic goddess/FBI agent Annabelle Haggerty. Cheerful Samantha figures she has finally hit the mother lode in this book, having signed on as the spiritual adviser of the aging bad boy of rock, Rand Riker. It’s all fun and games at first, and Samantha, deserves some fun after her breakup from her former beau, Angus, the ever-hot Celtic god of youth and love and laughter, who, after stealing her heart, broke it by having a fling with a mermaid.

If only Rand weren’t headed to the New Age town of Sedona, Arizona to host a benefit concert for the most hated man in America, militia guru Normal Frankly, accused of trying to kill Arizona’s charismatic senator, Kenny Campbell. Samantha tangles with goddess-in-hiding, Special Agent Annabelle Haggerty of the FBI. Though Samantha and Annabelle were once mismatched partners in crime, they’re now on opposite sides, since Annabelle has become responsible for Senator Campbell’s safety.

Tensions spike when Normal Frankly’s militia pals free him from captivity. In their raid, they not only abduct his judge and jury, but also a passing U.S. Army convoy, allowing them to take possession of prisoner who has been the government’s most closely guarded secret for over sixty years — the Roswell alien.

By writing MAGICAL ALIENATION, I not only had the chance to look into unexplained happenings of the past, I also was able to look into the future, to a time of unprecedented war of the gods that manifested on Earth as an unheard of worldwide storm.

MAGICAL ALIENATION picks up with HIGH CRIMES ON THE MAGICAL PLANE left off, introducing new gods and goddesses, including Fiona, Annabelle’s secretive goddess mother, and the trickster gods of Lugh and Taliesin, responsible for such real present-day phenomenon as bizarre weather patterns and crop circles. There is a reason why Allyson James, the national bestselling author of Stormwalker called Magical Alienation, “…a hilarious tangle of gods and goddesses.”

With gods wielding unimaginable powers, and the shape shifting rock people twisting the very surface of the earth, as Sedona heads into the darkest night the planet has ever seen, Samantha rightfully concludes the fun and games have truly ended, and she wonders which, if any of them, will survive it.

But when Celtic gods are involved, nothing is ever as it appears.

Mostly, I love that they allowed me to travel to a space that was so fun. I hope you’ll find it so, too.

What would you travel back in time to see?