On Inspiration by T. Harrison
Inspiration, in my opinion, is just another fancy word for insanity. Writers and artists are always going on and on about inspiration. How do you get it? Where do you get it? What do you do when you have it and lose it? Well, don’t look at me because, to be honest, I don’t know if I’ve ever been truly inspired.
Calm down and, for goddsakes, return your eyebrows to a normal position while I explain.
I don’t know if any other writers have the same process as I do. The few that I’ve spoken to gave me that crazy look like I should be heavily medicated before I harm myself or others. I’m actually reluctant to share this with you all, as you may find a way to contact my family and demand that I ‘receive some type of treatment’ but, here goes….
At any given time, on any given day there is a constant commentary going on in my head. Sometimes it’s just story ideas. Sometimes it’s just one line repeating on a loop until I sit down and build on it. But most times it’s a persistent personality that keeps jumping the line, waving his/her arms and saying, “Hey! Tell my story!” For my new release, In Her Closet, that annoyingly persistent personality was Yves Santiago. Yves took up residence in my head, rattling off bits and pieces of her story until I had no choice but to start writing. And let me tell you something about Yves, she wanted to talk about *everything*. Her childhood, her college years, every boyfriend she ever had, every article of clothing in her closet–everything. It was hard work reining her in. It’s taken two novels and one novella to even come close to saying that I’m ready to put her character to bed.
So is that inspiration or insanity? I’m not sure. I’ll take it and roll with it either way.
T. Harrison is an erotic romance author currently living in the south with her impish husband, two smallish men and one smallish boxer pup. She can often be found with her nose pressed to the screen of her Kindle, reading red hot erotica, nail biting thrillers or bone chilling horror and paranormals by the small halo of illumination created by her book light. She writes stave off the boredom of living in a small town. Her stories generally fluctuate from urban/contemporary to paranormal romance but, are always dirty.
Fresh off of a night of anonymous sex we join Yves Santiago on the curb for a cigarette. Yves is a self-proclaimed slut who vows to live her life as carelessly as a man and make no apologies for any of it–though her meddling mother and ex-fiancé seem intent on making it difficult for her to do so. She’s determined to avoid anything that looks even remotely like love and escapes most encounters with her heart and her pride intact.
Then she meets Elijah Weinstein…
Elijah saunters in like a dream proclaiming to be the next great love of her life–a declaration that Yves finds ridiculous, though it doesn’t make him any less enticing. With his mossy green eyes, broad, sun-kissed shoulders and a mouth so sensual that it should have an NC-17 rating, Elijah Weinstein is damn near irresistible. She willingly accepts his challenge, certain she will be able to get what she wants without relinquishing her heart.
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