That's It! I'm Becoming a Hermit!!!

No, you didn’t read that incorrectly. I really am contemplating becoming a hermit. (Oh, all right I’ll still allow my closest loved ones in to see me once in a while. As long as they're nice and do everything my way that is! J Just kidding! I love you guys!) Seriously though sometimes I know just how Bilbo Baggins felt in The Fellowship of the Ring. All he wanted was to be left alone. As a writer, I get that feeling more often than I'd like to admit.

I’ve recently come to the realization that the one person you can trust not to step on your toes, whine at you, hurt your feelings, steal your clothes…(okay this list we’ll be here forever.) You get the idea. Damn where was I…Oh yes…the only person you can trust not to give you a hard time and do one of the things I’ve already listed or even one of…well I can’t even count as high as that number would be…suffice it to say the only person is you.

Yes, you heard me right. The only person you can count on to not be a pain in the ass at least once in a while is…yourself. (And that's debatable half of the time as well. I know very cynical I know, but there it is.)

No I haven’t gone insane…regardless of the reports you’ve probably read. It hit me like a ton of bricks one night…

There I was sitting at my computer staring at the screen trying my hardest to finish up two measly little old scenes (they were already halfway done even!) for a book I’d been promising to send out to my editor for…hmmm…at least two weeks. Of course, Lucien had hightailed it off to God knows where (Damn finicky muse! Always disappearing when I need him the most!!)

I’d gotten upset over something I’d heard or read (don’t remember what it was now. That happens all too often.), but suffice it to say whatever it was didn’t sit well with my heart (Damn thing is as bad as the muse!! Sometimes worse!!!) and so…yep…you guessed it…I was blocked!!! DAMN IT!!! Didn’t those two know I had deadlines to meet?

Of, course they did! But, did they care? (You’re probably nodding your head yes right about now. Well, let me tell you. You’re dead wrong!) Yes, they cared. I could hear them both crying inside… ‘Come on already!! You know what needs to be written!!! It’s all right here in your head!!!’ (That was the heart.) ‘You know what I told you happened, lass. But if you need reminding…I’d be more than happy to demonstrate with…’ (We’ll leave that one right there! I’m sure you can figure out what he was leading to. In case you’re wondering, that was Lucien, my muse. He’s quite the devilish rogue and a sinfully sexy Scottish brogue to boot.) Hang on just a second…

Fine! Lucien wants me to tell you that he didn’t cry that. He…*sigh*…He whispered it seductively. *turns to Lucien* There are you happy?

*shakes head in disbelief* You’d think I’d gotten use to that by now. Nope! He’s a pain in the ass half the time…oh who am I kidding…ALL of the time.

What was I talking about now? *scratches head*

Oh that’s right! Why I’m going to become a hermit!

As I was saying, yes both my heart and my muse cared that I was blocked. There just wasn’t anything either of them could do to help. You see when I get overly emotional about something I tend to break down inside. Sometimes just a tiny bit…other times its days before I get back on track. Either way, being emotional blocks my creativity which in turn blocks Lucien from helping me to get back on track.

Okay so this isn't a turret.
A girl can dream can't she!

*heavy sigh* So, I’ve come to the conclusion that I need to become a hermit.

A nice little turret in the backyard should do nicely. I’ll hole up there for a couple of weeks at a time then come out to spend time with my family and mingle among the living breathing 3-dimentional people for a while.

This is more what I was thinking for real life. 

Once I’ve sated the need to be around my loved ones (For both them and me. And actually, I go inside at night to sleep. Hey, my bed in there is more comfortable. Especially with my darling husband lying next to me and let’s face it I’d miss giving the kids a kiss goodnight.) Then it’s back into the turret for me. Away from all the distractions and potential writing blockers.

Tumbleweed Tiny Houses Hmmm...wonder if I could get one
 built to look like Cinderella's Castle?

At least until I get the next book written. Once I’ve made enough money, I’ll go buy a Tumbleweed and take my new hermit status on the road. J

Okay, now that I’ve put myself out there and made the guy with the foil hat hanging out on the corner look good with all my craziness. How do you get away when life throws things at you? Do you have a special place you go to? Real or imagined?

(DISCLAIMER: I reserve the right to take any potential juicy setting to use in a book. Come on you know you’d be thrilled with that. Especially if I promise to make a note of who said it so I can thank them after the book has been accepted.)

Okay, now that I’ve gotten that off my chest (Hey stop staring at it!!) Back to the dungeon for me. *turns at the sound of Lucien’s voice* What? No!! It’s not time to work on that one! We have to finish the other one first!! No I don’t care if you’d rather write the freakin’ Halloween BDSM story. That will be next. *weg* I promise!

Until we meet again…where passion breathes…

Shay

PS...Don't forget to check out my books and contribute to the Tumbleweed fund!

"Shooting Stars" available at Dreams N Fantasies, Wicked Ink Press, and Amazon.

"Branded Hearts" available from Sizzler Editions.