Monday, October 11, 2010
Getting back on track muse
*slaps wrist* Bad, Dawn.
No reading, either. Just a few pages from the edited WIP, and a chapter here and there of the current book in my bag. I'm so far behind my 100 Books in 2010 goal it's pathetic...
Apparently, random hot guy isn't the greatest muse. (Though, no question he's easy on the eyes...)
But here's the thing. The "break" from writing - from reality, in some ways - wasn't entirely wasted. In a formidable team effort, our house got a major overhaul. It's shiny and spotless, almost like new. And most importantly, I have my office back.
No longer will my space be a dumping ground for everything that doesn't have a home. No more will I sprawl out on the living room floor, or sit at the kitchen table, tempted more by the fridge than the computer. I have my writing retreat back - and yes, it is in the cold basement, but handsome hubby has created an environment that is warm and inviting. (And I have my beautiful Oscar fish in there...who apparently like candlelight and mood music. Who knew?)
During this Sunday cleansing process, I found boxes (literally) of writing notes taken from various conferences. The Maui Writer's Retreat. Thrillerfest. Sage Hill. Hundreds of tips and snippets of advice from mentors, from idols, from friends. Now that's inspirational!
And today, I found Michael C. Hall.
We missed Dexter last night (though it is recorded) but as I sorted through some of my writing stuff this morning, I couldn't help thinking about the show - and the actor who brilliantly portrays the lead character.
Though Dexter is one of my never-miss shows, I rarely talk about it in blog posts, perhaps because I don't "lust" for Dexter as I do for *cough* Damon in Vampire Diaries or *ahem* Sam and Dean in Supernatural.
My Michael C. Hall crush is more intellectual.
Dexter is a complex character. The show is brilliant, actually. More than once I've dreamed I could create something so clever. And 90% of the time, I'm staring slack jawed at the TV after each episode. Last season blew. my. mind.
This year proves to be just as compelling.
Dexter embodies great storytelling. The dialogue is wonderful, the plot lines are flushed out, and the characters are deep. Dexter's in particular.
As I give the WIP one final read, I'm using the notes I found buried in my desk for inspiration - and Michael C. Hall as this week's muse. Sure, he isn't as drool-inspiring as previous muse avatars, but there's something incredibly sexy about a true artist who continues to entertain - even while "life" presents some scary obstacles.
It's this kind of sheer determination and tenacity I can admire and respect. A worthy muse, indeed.
The Book In My Bag Today: Another One Bites the Dust, Jennifer Rardin