My Muse.
She’s great. She comes up with all sorts of story ideas, and ideas for series of stories.
That’s great, but it is a bit overwhelming. I’m trying to work out the storyline for the next Arthur Mace book. Every time I sit down to work on it, though, my Muse is rapid-fire shooting new ideas at me.
Muse: “How about a kid’s series? Or an urban fantasy series? Or I’ve got this one idea for a supernatural apocalypse horror series …”
Me: “Wait a second. I don’t write horror. I don’t even read much horror. Why are you pitching a horror series at me?”
Muse: “Because it will be cool! All the other apocalypse stories end with the apocalypse being averted. I say, let’s bring it on and see what happens!”
Me: “What about Mace? We’ve got more stories to tell about him.”
Muse: “Well, yeah, we’ll work on that too. But how about a series with a artificial intelligence that lives in a waffle iron and solves people’s problems at a little out-of-the-way roadside diner?”
Me: “I’ll add it to the list.”
As for all the folks waiting on the next Arthur Mace book, we’re working on it.
Know what you mean. I often have 4 or 5 potential blog posts sitting in the back of my brain, wrestling each other for precedence. Then when I get some time in front of a keyboard, they all disappear, and I end up playing solitaire for half an hour.
What if Arthur Mace is magically transported to a 21st century apocalypse-in-the-making, where he’s forced to team up with an AI inhabiting a smart waffle iron? And his only way back to his own time is to make sure the apocalypse happens on schedule?