What do you think's going on behind Colin Farrel's smoldering dark eyes? Is that a shark's tooth around his neck, nestled against his, um, firm chest? And that tattoo...what do you think he would say about it if I asked him?
I wouldn't. Ask him about it, that is. Because while Colin Farrel is easy on the eyes, he's best when he doesn't speak. It's not that I don't appreciate his accent, but the Hollywood bad boy has a history of sticking his foot in that sexy mouth.
Which of course makes him the perfect muse avatar.
It's all about focus this week. Taking advantage of the time I've got to write. Making sure my crit partners get their pages, ensuring I hold up my end of the bargain. No more whining about lack of inspiration. No more letting "life" get in the way. Solid writing time. Every day.
The last thing I need is for Colin to start debating with me, allowing some potential doubt to seep in. Not while I'm in Genius Mode, that's for sure.
But if he wants to pop into my dreams, or my peripheral vision, to give me a silent pep talk, who am I to stop him?
The Book In My Bag Today: Stolen, Kelley Armstrong