Category Archives: Muse I

So why did I decide to move to Vegas.  Well, Carl Bell lives here.  And the only way to meet someone is to be where they are.  Brett lived in New York.  I didn’t want to live in New York.  … Continue reading →

So it’s October 2003 and Arty Party and I embark on a Fuel road trip.  First stop House of Blues in Orlando, then on to House of Blues Myrtle Beach.  I’ll never forget how I felt the first time I … Continue reading →

So it’s fall 2002 and I’ve got the query letter and I’m mailing it to agents.  A few, maybe four or five, ask to see the first chapter or first fifty pages.  This is very exciting to me, as I’m … Continue reading →

  So how do I fix this?  The way I always fix things:  with words.  I decide to write Brett a letter of apology.  I have a Britney Spears notebook with me and compose a rough draft (which I still … Continue reading →

So the plan is this:  Arty Party will go into the hotel and ask the front desk to call up to Brett’s room and ask if he could come downstairs for a minute to meet AP from Pennsylvania.  When she’s told no, … Continue reading →

It’s March, 2002.  Arty Party and I are thinking of moving from Philly to California and we want to scope out the area.  We’ve been there before, but never with the perspective of, could we live there?  AP’s childhood friend … Continue reading →

So it’s the fall of 2001 and I now have a perfect query for an unfinished novel, a big no-no to send to any agents.  So I have to quickly finish Bike Route, and with Brett as a muse, I … Continue reading →

Picture it:  a shitty house in Lansdale, PA, August 2001.  A woman sits in the master bedroom, the roof caving in, Christmas lights twinkling around the perimeter of the windows because the combination Ira Einhorn/Santa Claus landlord has yet to … Continue reading →

What if?  Some of the best stories have been built from this simple question.  What if a twelve-year-old girl became possessed by an evil entity?  What if a killer shark terroroized a resort town?  What if an alien got stuck … Continue reading →

Let’s not confuse a muse with an influence, or inspiration.  A muse, for me as a writer, is someone who gets in so deep on a level so non-personal it’s personal and I find it ridiculous that it can even … Continue reading →