Trapping the Muse

Have I ever mentioned that I LOVE guest posts?

Well I do!

So, so very much!

Today, I have a guest who has a creepy-ass book out and she came ’round my corner of the internets and decided to pay a visit with a lovely post about that flighty bitch known as Muse.

Enjoy!

 

 Trapping the Muse

It’s said that one of the hardest things about writing is staring at a blank page. That little blinking cursor throbs on the painfully white screen and the words that floated so freely while standing under the shower head can suddenly freeze at your finger tips.

 

I was lucky enough when writing my novel DISEASE (available September 18th for Kindle, iBooks, Kobo, and more) to be regularly visited by inspiration, until one day I wasn’t. It wasn’t writers block, I had lots of words, but writing was suddenly an uphill struggle. Every sentence I pushed out seemed to make it’s way through a block of concrete, and when it arrived, it just wasn’t healthy.

 

This happened just about a third of the way through writing the book. I slogged along, but I just wasn’t happy with the direction things were going. I followed my outline (read: loose idea on a cocktail napkin) but still, the writing seemed forced. My muse hadn’t just left, it had died.

 

When inspiration leaves a writer it’s like losing a limb. This wasn’t the first time it had happened, and previous deaths of my muse have left me unable to write for months, and in one case a solid year. These are the times when just opening the laptop seems like hard work, coffee only provides gut-rot, not fuel for itchy fingers, and getting out of bed can seem like an insurmountable task.

 

When my muse died while writing DISEASE it was different than any other time, I got scared. I had been riding the writing wave so high that I was afraid to hit rock bottom, and I knew I had to do something before I was dashed to pieces, perhaps never to type another word again. I had to trap myself another muse right away, and learn how to keep it alive in captivity.

 

For me this meant throwing away the preconceptions of where my story was going. I think forcing it in one direction was what proved deadly in the first place. I learned that a captive muse is an oxymoron. I had to let my words roam freely, and allow my characters to shape themselves. I had to allow my muse to overtake me, to destroy my ego, and to do as it pleased. I had to surrender.

 

A good zombie book isn’t just about zombies, it’s about the people that live on the shadows of the dark world created by the apocalypse. It’s about the horrors of human kind. Because I allowed my muse to be free I was able to make DISEASE everything it could be, and I hope you’ll catch the infection.

 

About MF Wahl:

As a child M.F. Wahl quickly ate through the local library’s entire sections on the paranormal, true crime, serial killers, magic, and hypnosis. By the age of 11  “IT” by Stephen King was the reading material of choice, hidden in a school desk (much to the dismay of one math teacher who wrote home that Wahl “read too much!”).

As an adult M.F. Wahl spends as much time writing as possible. Days are spent funneling creative energies into penning dark tales. Nights are spent watching horror movies and TV curled under a blanket with the family. At the end of the day when eyes finally close other people’s nightmares are fuel for M.F. Wahl’s dreams.

DISEASE is a serialized novel and is M.F. Wahl’s debut. Currently it’s available for purchase on Amazon, iBooks, KOBO, Smashwords, and more. The paperback is slated to be released just is time for Halloween, and an audiobook is in the works as well.

CONNECT WITH M.F. WAHL

Don’t forget to pick up her book, Disease, today!

 

Toodles!

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