Work In Progress: A-Muse-Ing

*Willa skids in*

So I’ve been working on a project lately, and having the best time writing this one. I’ve had the idea kicking around for ages and giving it free reign now.

The title? “A-Muse-Ing”.

The concept? An adult-drama writer, suffering from writer’s block, finds himself confronted by the physical manifestation of his muse. The muse, A.K.A. “Rory”, is a sugar fiend who digs casual — and constant — nudity, thinks sex is the best therapy ever, and thinks absolutely nothing of poking the writer, Harper, awake at three in the morning with a fantastic idea Harper’s got to write down right now.

A snippet? I can do that. (Follow the link)

“Thanks for nothing.” Harper took a deep breath and tried to find his focus, the wellspring of creative energy that’d always come through for him on other jobs, and prayed he could babble his way through a decent plot twist. Something. Anything to avoid getting canned.

“Okay, where was I last night… right.” As he kicked up the edge of the rumpled quilt hanging off the edge of his un-slept-in bed, searching for his shoes, Harper let himself babble into the recorder, struggling for inspiration and coming up with… not much. “Salomei, the leading lady, I’m with it now. Tarot reader. Um… um… oh, hell… what kind of deck does Salomei use? Note: look up the Kabbalah. Note: how do you spell Kabbalah? I know I’ve seen at least three variations before. The word processing program’s going to hate that one.”

Harper tried to continue. He stopped, eyes unfocusing. Damn it, he’d lost his train of thought.

“Salomei? Sounds sexy. Exotic. I like the name. Anyway, she’s what, a psychic? If she’s the individual type, she probably doesn’t use the standard Rider-Waite,” a naked guy sitting on the countertop said as Harper walked by him.

The naked man kicked his bare feet and plunked a slice of bread into the toaster as he addressed Harper, his head tilted to one side in thought. “Dunno about copyright issues these days, but you could either make something up, maybe something unique to Salomei herself. Special to the scenes you’re using them for. Draw on that later as a plot point or maybe make how she got the deck a key part of her backstory. Want some toast?”

“Good idea!” Harper quick-repeated the naked man’s spiel into his recorder. “Appreciate it. And no thanks on the toast.” Harper reached for the empty coffee decanter, head full of cards and Salomei, who he still thought central casting had botched with the actress they’d selected, and –

And came to a grinding halt.

Wait a second. I live alone.

Written by Willa Okati

Possesses an abundance of crazy ideas, writes constantly, always tries new things, and drinks an insane amount of coffee. Manlove (and femmelove) is more than a passion -- it's a way of life. You can find Willa at http://www.willaokati.com or at her newly-renamed Yahoo group, http://groups.yahoo.com/group/got_ink_willaokati
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