The previous post may have seemed like my last missive before the vacation, but it isn’t. It’s just the announcement that there’s no more fiction being edited or written until I get back home. I did have some other stories to work on, but the muse blanked out on the connecting scenes to get from one key scene to the next in two books. One case happened because the muse is bad about remembering minor details. The second came about because she’s also a bit of a twit.
For the magi story I’m working on, I was building an emotional argument scene. The muse had set me up for a real tear jerking argument, and we were almost done with the scene when I realized that the muse had forgotten a key scene from an earlier book. This negated a very tense part of the fight and drained all of the inspiration right out of my poor muse.
We got started on another story, NINJAWORLD, and the muse was heading the chapters with alphabetical names like Chapter Awesome, Chapter Bitchin’ and Chapter Cowabunga. She said she wanted to make H Chapter Hostile, and I said, “Okay, fine, but what about Chapter G?”
The muse went mute-like for a while, and then she said, “So yeah, in Chapter Hostile, we can–”
I cut her off and said, “No, wait. You missed a letter, and you just wounded the hero with a sharp object. The ninjabus is taking him back to the hospital, so what happens in Chapter G?”
Nothing. And every time I ask about either story, she hums for a bit and then says, “My goodness, the weather is so hot today. I think I’ll wander off and take a nap under a sunbeam…or something.”
Since then, she hasn’t come back for either story. This means that as fiction goes, I’m on vacation now as well. But I can’t complain. I’ve done marvelous things with words this year. I’ve sold Earth to a bunch of snotty aliens, crafted a line of modified sex dolls and destoryed the world with a plague of zombies…again.
But after I get back, I’ve got lots of new things to show you. There’s shapeshifters and vampires and other things that knock boots in the night…well what else did you think all that heavy bumping was? That’s just creatures of the night, making children of the night.
And while I’m posting those exciting stories, I’ll be writing about nymphs, pixies, sprites and other winged beaties of the wild elf lands. Truly, it will be chilling.
Yeah, okay mostly I’m bullshitting now. I think it’s the sleep deprivation.
I am a bisexual transsexual with bigender tendencies. I'm a former resident of Texas, but now live in Milan with my husband. I write in a variety of genres and have self-published ebooks through my 


