The New Book

My muse is completely unreliable and disrespectfully inconvenient.

After being absent for weeks on end, without so much a ‘by your leave‘, I might add, she finally returned last night, a little before ten o’clock. Being the inspiration-starved writer I am these days, I didn’t question her absence, nor her reappearance; indeed, I pretended it was business as usual, and certainly didn’t ask how long she intends to stay this time. I’m sure a bribe would have gone a long way in my favor, but I wasn’t about to reward such behavior. Besides, Portuguese food is hard to come by, and I wasn’t in a sharing mood. She brought up the suggestion of chocolate doughnuts with custard filling, which just goes to show how inconsiderate she is—it was late, and I’m not too fond of doughnuts (Portuguese egg tarts, now that’s another story). By then, I was immersed in a mad typing frenzy, trying to make up for lost time, and the clatter of the keyboard saved me from answering her. Quite the nerve, if you ask me.

But all joking aside, I did write last night! Yay! You probably think it’s weird for a write to be all happy about writing, but for this writer here, sometimes the writing doesn’t come easy. So it’s a cause for celebration when it finally does come.

Which brings me to the topic at hand,  my new book. This second book I’m writing (or trying to write), I am so excited about it, my dear readers. It’s such a beautiful story about forgiveness, self-worth, and love, and so different from The Secret Life of Daydreams. It’s about Simon and Isabel. It has a title, but I’m not ready to share yet.

Simon is a professor who comes from England to stay in Braga for a school year. He specializes in antique manuscripts and will be doing research at the district archives in the city. Isabel is an English major working on her thesis about the romantic poets. She also has a couple of part time jobs, and they first meet at the café where she’s a waitress during the Summer. Their mutual attraction is almost instant, but they are stubborn (or they wouldn’t be my characters), and have to go through some problems (and the solving of those problems) before they are ready for the Happy Ever After. And I can guarantee you that there is always a happy ending, or I wouldn’t write the story.

I can’t tell you more without giving away spoilers so I hope this is enough to make you excited about it. I only have a few thousand words so far, and I don’t know how long it will take to write. Like I said, my muse is undependable. But a string of words make a sentence, and a few pages of sentences make a chapter, and chapter by chapter, word by word, it will be written and edited, and, hopefully one day, published.

 For the love of Sam Gamgee | Musings of an Adventurer

 

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