Please welcome my guest, Kat De Falla. Don't be shy, readers. Leave a comment for music!
My muse is my composer husband. If you’ve never heard live classical guitar while you are working on your WIP, I highly recommend it! This weekend, I attended my very first book signing at my local RWA Chapter Conference, WisRWA
And who was there to support me? My totally sexy husband playing live music for the desert reception while I signed books outside.
I will give a lucky commenter a copy of the soundtrack he wrote to accompany The Seer’s Lover. Just leave a comment and tell us “What is your muse?”
She traced a circle in the sand with her finger.
Why would she disclose her whole existence to someone she’d just met? Someone who talked so little about himself that she found herself talking to fill the void. Saying things she could barely admit in her own head.
His hand covered hers. “I’m lonely, too. Getting to know you this week has been the brightest point in my life and I don’t want you to leave, but I know the only place you’ll be safe is far away from me.”
She swallowed. He had read her mind.
He lay down on his back and closed his eyes. “Cali, you know when you hear a song for the first time and you kind of ingest it? You can’t possibly know right away that it will be one of your favorite songs for the rest of your life. A classic.”
“Yeah.” She hoped he was going somewhere good with this.
“That first listen,” he continued, “you pick up a little of the melody and some lyrics that catch you. But when the song ends, you have to hear it again because you want to memorize all the words and sing along. After you hear it a few times and learn the words inside and out, then you begin to let the melody seep inside you. Next thing you know, you’ve completely digested the song and find yourself humming it while you are doing nothing, like shaving or driving your car. Finally, the song becomes so ingrained it becomes a part of you. Forever. You can recall it and it’s with you whenever you need it. Am I making any sense?”
She nodded, blinking back the tears fighting to fall.
“Cali, I don’t want you to go back because you’re my favorite song.”
BARNES AND NOBLE