I blame my muse

Every book is different. But I wonder if every writer has a certain set of parameters that define the "world" in which all their stories exist the way that I know I do.

Dive into any Dick Francis novel and you know they all exist in the same space. And by that I don't mean Britain. I mean the same, feel, tone, moral boundaries. Love one, you'll love them all. I sure do! Jenny Cruisie's the same. Her manic characters and fabulously loopy set-ups place you right smack bang in the middle of a delightfully off-kilter world.

It has a lot to do with voice, I'm sure. But I also attribute the parameters of my "world" to the vagaries of my muse. He - yes it's a he, not sure how I know, I just do – would be absolutely happy if in writing every one of my books I had:

Christian Bale as the hero inspiration – I could cast him as every one of my heroes. Not him exactly mind you, but a version of him that exists inside my head. One that has been struck in there for years, pre-mega-fame. And nothing he does or says in real life has altered it a jot 'cause that version of him IS the epitome of an Ally Blake hero.

George Michael music as the soundtrack – so many of my books have been written to his smooth sounds. Something about my eighties upbringing, and his fabulous musicality, and heart-breakingly romantic toons just do it for me. A Different Corner and Kissing a Fool especially. They take me away to another place.

Headwear on my head – right now it's a red NY Yankees cap. Yep. As we speak it's atop my head! Ostensibly to keep the glare from my eyes as I write, but deep down I've always felt like headwear somehow connects me to my muse. For my first book I wore a fake floral garland. Worked a charm! And if it ain't broke, don't fix it, right? My muse is odd, okay. Deal with it ;).

A bowl of M&Ms at my fingertips – chocolate of any sort is fine with me, by something about M&Ms the instant satisfaction, the fact that I can collate them into even coloured rows seems to give me time to clear my head. And time for him to send me more story while I zone out.

Any authors you know and love who really give you that sense of familiarity and comfort and exactly the experience you're looking for every time you snuggle up on the couch and open one of their books? Whose "world" do you love?

the muse speaketh

As of tonight I must admit the book I am currently deep into writing was officially NOT written by me. From now on in I bow to my Muse. For there have been far far too many freaky moments writing this book I now officially believe that he really does exist.

Take the fact that my hero’s name is Cameron Kelly. A couple of weeks back I needed a name for his old school so went looking for the name of a catholic saint to find there were hundreds to choose from. Deciding to simply pick a name I liked the sound of St Grellans it was. At the last minute I thought I'd better wikipedia St Grellan to see what he was about. Guess what? He was the Patron Saint of the Kelly clan.

Colour me gobsmacked.

Then tonight I needed Cameron to compare Rosalind with an old painting. Botticelli came to mind as he evoked images of beautiful women with pale skin, and soft flowing golden locks which is what my Rosie is all about. When I found his most famous painting, you know the lady in the clam shell, it looked so much like Rosie I thought, ‘That’s the one!’ The paintings name? The Birth of Venus. My heroine’s occupation? She’s an astronomer whose speciality is...you guessed it. Venus.

Well...pe...che...yuh huh!