On Monday morning I went to bed after working my shift. I was exhausted. My sleep from the day before had been short and unsatisfying. So on Monday I took my regular medication and a sleep aid as well. It was about 8:30 when my head hit the pillow. My eyes did not begin to open again until around 6:40 that evening. But I did not wake fully at first. Sleep aids make me lethargic, which is why I seldom use them. It was during this half sleep that for the first time in over a month my muse decided to pay a visit.
Remember I was at the time reading that epic novel. I was not expecting a visit from my muse. Nevertheless she handed me an amazing conversation between Rolf, my Military commander and foster father of my twins and Lut, a yet unknown character from the Zalyn community. The conversation brought to light something that I had played with and actually didn't address until I got to Fallyn's World. This conversation not only addressed it but it threw it into everyone faces, thereby changing the entire feel of Michael's Folly if I choose to put it in.
Why wouldn't I put it into the book? It was given to me by my muse at a time when I most certainly was not thinking of any of my works. Those that doubt the existence of the muse should take note of this event. For this was not something that just came out of my subconscious into my dreams. My mind was firmly entrenched in the Wheel of Time not in The World Gambit.
To ignore such direction I think would be to my detriment. An artist must feel their work, it must become part of their being otherwise their creation will lack soul. My muse, like any artist's muse should never be ignored. He or she is not always spot on with what you want but if you take what they give you and start to work with it, the content will conform to your direction and yet still contain the original inspiration. Thus it will have been infused with your soul and be worthy to join the rest of your work or works.
When I wrote down the conversation it did not go onto paper (or computer screen) in the same manner that it had played out in my mind. But the gist was there. Sometimes I lose things when I put the image down, but this time I think I got it all. The key is to not delay. I can't stop and take the time to do anything else I must get it onto paper before the image is gone. They're not dreams but sometimes they can be as fickle as one.
I shudder to think of what would have come of Forever, Love had I not taken the time to simply start writing and never let up. Each paragraph was spinning in my head with that one. The images often came faster than I could type, and I can type pretty fast. Michael's Folly is certainly not moving that quickly. Had I decided to write an epic novel in the first place, it might have but now it's piece meal. So my muse is probably having trouble figuring out where I'm going next. This piece that she gave me yesterday... the day before... whatever... is her way of steering the story to something greater. Perhaps this is where it should have gone to begin with. I guess I'll find out, because this piece is going in... somewhere and everything after it will have to change.
By the way the final book of the Wheel of Time was amazing. But I can tell that Robert Jordan did not write it. First off it was not long enough. Half of his characters and groups were barely mentioned in the book, Mr. Jordan would have never done that. It would have taken him two books of 900 pages or more to write the Last Battle (It did take him 14 books just to get to it). Also he would have never let one of the main characters die without so much as a how do you do. There would have been fan fair, intrigue and major resistance before she bit the dust. It was just wrong how one second she was there fighting and then she was on her back staring at the clouds. That particular character deserved better.
The author did justice to the storyline. The main six characters were treated well, but as I said some of the other main characters were not. Some were left to hang while others were simply eliminated without anything. The ending was... incomplete. It left things wide open for a dozen more books to be written that will probably never happen. In my mind I have already written the beginning of one of them. (Oh to be given such an honor!) But that's what endings do now days, they are not endings but in the words of Robert Jordan they are an ending.
Be good to each other.