Summoning 11: Shit My Muse Says #DoMagick

Ritual went as usual today. However, I had a hard time focusing on a single project. Don’t know my final word count for the night yet, but I’m including blog post word counts because it’s all writing slated for publication, even digitally published and given freely.

Shit My Muse Says

Muse: What if they get to the compound and find zombies and gargoyles?

Me: That’s ridiculous. No one would ever believe that, unless the zombies were the dead, vacant eyes of his followers. Maybe they’re drug addicts.

Muse: But gargoyles….

Me: They could have gargoyle statues.

Muse: That come to life!

Me: The cult leader doesn’t have that much power.

Muse: Maybe he stole a wand from an ancient burial ground that gives him power.

Me: This isn’t Harry Potter. There aren’t any powerful wands buried in ancient burial grounds.

Muse: You’re no fun.

Me: Sure I am. Drugged out zombie people – check. Gargoyle statues – check. Maybe he didn’t steal a wand, but maybe he’s so crazy, he’s attracted an “other” that is feeding off of him and it requires an exorcism and maybe the “other” has the power to warp the visions of psychics and seers so they see the “other’s” world – wherein the gargoyle statues are alive. But they’re not really gargoyles. Instead – they’re more evil spirits. And maybe the evil spirits are feeding on the drugged out zombie people as well…

Muse: Okay, that could work…

A friend once asked me where my ideas for books come from — this is how it happens.