Earlier in the week I wrote about the importance of writing even when your Muse is missing in action. Well, my darling muse seems to have come back from her spa break invigorated and enthused and is now stalking me, mostly in my dreams.
Twice this week I’ve woken out of an exhausting dream with a full-length story in my head. That has only happened once in my life before and resulted in me writing Dragon Wraiths. I’m grateful for the input but, really Muse, I don’t have the time to start two brand new novels just now. I think maybe my Muse knows NaNoWriMo, which I hadn’t intended to do this year, is just around the corner.
The first dream story was in the chick lit strain and all a bit predictable, to do with cheating fiances and manipulative best friends. I think there was even a gay friend: how many chick lit tropes can you get in one plot? Easy NaNo fodder, but likely to result in a lot of hard work to make it original.
Last night’s story, possibly as a result of being woken by my pumpkin son every hour, was a spectacular science fiction drama with explosions, space ships and more action than I could understand or describe this morning. I don’t have any intention of writing a science fiction novel – I struggled enough with the fantasy world building for Dragon Wraiths – but at 7am, if I could have done a ‘print screen’ on my mind, it would have been easy. Maybe reading Rinelle Grey’s blog, over on Coffee Time Romance, about writing scifi romance has rubbed off.
So, who is up for some NaNo this year? I have no idea how I will fit it in – I’m barely keeping up with the daily blog as it is. Not to mention how hard it would be to write two stories simultaneously. But I will have an extra few hours’ childcare, as our extra day comes into play at half term (the kids do more childcare in the winter to stop us all getting cabin fever) so it might just vaguely be possible. If only to keep my stalking muse quiet!
Below is the next installment in my novel Two-Hundred Steps Home: written in daily posts since 1st January as part of my 2013 365 Challenge. Read about the challenge here.You can catch up by downloading the free ebook volumes on the right hand side of the blog:
“Claire! What are you doing here?”
“Hi, Mum. Lovely to see you, too.” Claire dropped her bag at her feet and ignored the look of barely veiled horror on her mum’s face.
“And who is this?”
Her mother’s tone, a mixture of suspicion and approval, made Claire wince.
“This is Conor, he’s my new boss. He gave me a lift home from the airport.” She didn’t want to explain; to talk about Kim or her own dire finances or anything. She wanted to crawl into her own bed and sleep.
Raising weary eyes to her mother’s face, she released a sigh. “Can I stay? I know I haven’t given you notice. If you’ve got people visiting, I’ll sleep under the stairs. Or in the bath. I don’t really care. I can’t afford a hotel.”
Her mother looked over her head, presumably at Conor, and flushed. “Of course you can stay. You are always welcome. And does your friend want to stay too?”
Claire snorted at the blatant matchmaking, then flushed, worried that Conor would take it seriously.
“It’s grand of you to offer, Mrs Carleton, but I must be getting back. It’s a long journey I’ve got ahead of me.” He seemed to take it as his signal to leave. Walking forward, he turned to face Claire. “I’ll call you tomorrow, to discuss when you’ll be free to start work.”
Holding his hand out towards her mother, he said, “It was nice meeting you, Mrs Carleton. Bye Claire.” Nodding at them both, he turned and walked back down the path towards his car.
Claire felt as if a protective force had been taken away from her. Once he was in his car and driving down the street, her mother’s forced grin dropped from her face.
“What on Earth is going on? I don’t hear from you for weeks. Some men come and take away that rusty heap you left outside and now you’ve turned up out of the blue looking like death.”
“Can I come in, Mum? It’s a long story.”
Her mother stepped back to let Claire into the hallway, before closing the door behind her with a bang. “And why did your boss pick you up from the airport? Are you sleeping with him? What happened to Michael?”
“Enough, already!” Claire’s voice came out louder than she intended and she heard her mother suck air in between her teeth.
“Sorry. I’m tired. I’ve been travelling for weeks, I haven’t slept for two days and I need a shower and some clean clothes. I’m sorry for not calling you first but I had– ” she hesitated, “–other things to deal with. I’ll explain it all tomorrow, okay?”
Without waiting for an answer, Claire picked up her rucksack and forced one foot in front of the other, along the hall and up the stairs. She reached her old room and paused in the doorway as she saw the suitcase by the bed, the perfume and make-up on the dressing table.
Claire walked numbly down the corridor to the spare room. With an in-held breath she pushed the door open, but the tiny room showed no evidence of being in use. Claire dropped her rucksack by the door, kicked off her shoes and crawled under the covers.
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I totally didn’t intend to write a sci-fi story either, but Marlee insisted that there was a spaceship crash. *shrugs* What was I to do?
So if I can write a sci-fi story, I’m sure you can too! And yep, I’ve signed up for NaNo too, looking forward to it!
Hee hee I love it when the characters tell you something you weren’t expecting. Claire whispered the end of Two Hundred Steps Home to me yesterday and I was quite surprised.
Ohh, when they let you in on the ending, that’s such a cool moment. 🙂
Heck today’s episode of ‘Two-hundred steps’ was incredible! I’m certainly going to read more. Your writing is clear, vivid, and infused in character. I could feel the tension in the hallways as they talked, and I was cringing along with Clare as her mother insinuated. You’ve gone and put a frown on my face though, the way her mother reacted! ARH! This reminds me of how my mum used to be–I’m glad she’s not like that anymore.
looking forward to reading more.
Yay I’m glad you could feel the tension. I’m glad my mother isn’t like that, either. Claire doesn’t have much of a relationship with her mother, but her Dad’s pretty cool!
I think my muse keeps trying to forget about NaNoWriMo out of sheer fear of the first attempt at it. If I remember it, I plan to crack the seal on one of the other novels swarming in my head.
I desperately want to do NaNo this year, but I think my brain my explode if I try and write two novels at the same time! We’ll see. I might be a NaNo Rebel and work on an existing novel (not Two-Hundred Steps Home)
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