Could you fall in love with someone who’s Bisexual? I present to you the magnificent sexy hot and bi Willy Cartier.
I’ve decided I have a new Muse. I find sexy people an inspiration to my writing process. Maybe they help me find my voice…you know, the one deep inside that you’re unsure you really want to share with the world. That voice. The vulnerable, needy, sensual personal part of you that makes you wonder if people would still love you if they knew how your mind works…
I’ve had emotionally shattering introspective days in the last six or seven days. Or maybe it’s best described as emotions buried will eventually demand to be recognized or they will erupt in tears and a health crisis. Either way, I’m admitting it and working through it.
The challenge I have as an author is sometimes I step outside myself and look at my situation or life like a movie or a book! Have you ever done that? It’s an uncanny feeling to see yourself as a character in a book or a play, wondering how the character will act/react. It’s surreal and edgy yet exciting and extremely artistically productive.
It may be a © image…but I’m borrowing it.
I think if I’d been born an author in my parent’s generation–all that Irish and Welsh mixed up inside of me–I might have been an addict. But most likely, I’d have been addicted to love. Searching for it, falling for it, destroying my life for it, and dying for it. Yeah, the first step to healing yourself is recognizing who you are and owning it.
Love and all its addictive elements inspire me. Should I write more spicy novels like Lie To Me an exposé on sex for money? I think I will look up a few more images of Willy Cartier and allow my Muse to take me away.