Every author has a muse. That muse might be real or fantastical. Regardless the muse is real for the author. But what happens when that muse(s) go away. The author slips a gear. Or two.
My muse(s) tossed a grenade. My writing shifted from Erotic romance to swords and sorcery and military sci-fi. Good for me, bad for SOL. Over the last few days I have cranked 20k in erotic romance. Is there something there? Maybe. Is it Luci or Teenage Memories? Eh. We’ll see.
At the least, I am writing. At the most, it might be a postable story. But not before summer.
For my six followers, sorry, for the rest, cross your fingers.
As always, thanks for reading.