MUSE MONDAY
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?”
Excerpt:
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.”
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