My Muse Likes Cowboys
by Holley Trent
Last fall, I was on Colorado’s 287 driving south to a
meeting—doing my usual in-car sing-along to…oh, I want to say "Panic! at
the Disco." Suddenly, with the mountains of the Front Range in view, my
muse plopped her mouthy self into the front passenger seat and said, “Hey, you
need write a cowboy romance.”
Naturally, I scoffed. I’m a Carolina girl (lapsed, but
still). We didn’t have ranchers back east. We just had farmers. What do I know
about cowboys (beyond the fact they tend to wear their jeans quite well)?
Muse said, “You’re thinking too literally. You can tell a
cowboy story without it being a treatise on ranch management.”
And I said, “Oh yeah? You want to tell me what, precisely,
this story should be about? ’Cause I’m plenty busy already.”
Muse said, “Picture it. A single dad workaholic living in
the middle of the Wyoming boonies.”
I said: “Wyoming?”
Muse said: “Yeah? Remember that road trip through
southeastern Wyoming and that never-ending dirt road that tested the mettle of
your marriage?”
I said, “Oh. That. That was…educational.”
Muse said: “Now imagine a community so sparsely populated
because of the size of the ranches that most of the kids are home-schooled.”
Me: “Uh…”
Muse said: “And because few people are really qualified to
home-school those kids, a couple of those ranchers have to hire a tutor from a
service.”
Me: “Ah. I see where you’re going here.”
Muse: “Fish out of water. Carolina beauty queen intellectual
versus stubborn Wyoming rancher.”
Me: “Hmm. I might could work it. Can I have a big cast?”
Muse: “The biggest. Grey’s Anatomy didn’t have a cast this
big.”
Me: “So I can write in some insane secondaries. Can I make
it snarky?”
Muse: “The snarkiest, babe. I’ve got an idea for a sidekick
named Phil. He can be this book’s resident misanthrope. Oh! And a bossy mother.
You can have one of those, too.”
Me: “Okay. I’m tempted. Maybe after NaNoWriMo.”
Muse: “No. NOW. You don’t want to ignore me. Remember what
happened last time?”
Me: *glowers*
Muse: “Oh. Since it’s going to be a doorstopper of a book,
anyway, why not just go on ahead and add in a secret baby?”
Me: “Leave.”
Muse: “Fine. Be back next week. I have an idea for a—”
Me: “LALALALALALA.”
And, that’s how the story of Ronnie and John came to be.
It’s called Teaching the Cowboy and will be trotting into
e-readers sometime this fall. Watch the TtC page my blog
to learn more.
Holley Trent writes contemporary and
paranormal romances with Southern sass. Her previous Musa releases are the
chick-litty Executive
Decision and Her
Resident Jester. Holley's comedic paranormals Mrs.
Roth’s Merry Christmas and Love
by Premonition.
7 comments:
Recently finished edits on that book, and me and my muse had ANOTHER long, serious talk.
She's being quiet for the moment. :-|
Love the post! Holley, would your muse mind giving mine a kick in the saddle?
Sloane, she would probably enjoy the chance to be sadistic to someone else for a change!
I think I seriously need to borrow your Musa, Holley. How would she feel like a trip to my dock? LOL! Cheers and best wishes for your upcoming cowboy read! Giddy-up!
She'd love a trip *anywhere*. She's always looking for plot fodder.
Gee Holley, you have a Muse who actually GIVES you ideas? I think mine takes them away. Every time I think of something she says, "Been done before."
BTW, I'm a sucker for cowboys.
Love a good cowboy story! Best of luck with it, Holley.
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