A Rose By Any Other Name…

roseBut what’s puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
~ “Sympathy for the Devil” The Rolling Stones

Well, it seems my muse is trying to deal with shit. It’s used to bleeding on the page. It’s used to borrowing my keyboard to help me process things. But apparently, there’s no way I can process certain things with blood. I need tears. An ocean full of them—found on a lovely little vacation I was offered. And after a couple weeks of conversations with the surf, feet in Caribbean waters, and many evenings with a talkative moon, my muse has lost her mind.

So rather than working on the semi-sorta-not-really sequel to Live Specimens (Floaters), or the actual sequel to Waiting Out Winter (The Hatch), or even my coming of age, going home again, dedication to a lost friend that will teeter the line of thriller and horror in a whole new way, I’m playing dodge ball with a muse harboring a romantic streak. Stupid thing. And wicked aim. She’s been covered in blood and bandages for so long, she’s blinded and has no idea how much I don’t know what to do with this.

Which means I’m doing what I’m supposed to do—shut up and write. She speaks, I type. She whispers, I type. She screams, I get the headphones and type until she quiets down. I have no choice. I know this. I’ve tried ignoring her before. It never ends well…

So the question is, if a thriller/horror writer is suddenly taking a sabbatical from the creepy and cooky, does she do so under a different name? What say ye, oh faithful readers. Would you want to know and thus read or recommend the softer side of the Gypsy? Or should I hide this under a pseudonym like the dirty secret I’m still holding onto since second grade? (It’s okay, Mrs. Johnston, I’ll never tell anyone!)

Coming soon to a bookstore near you… a new Owen book. Sorta. With a severe lack of dead bodies, blood, and including ohmygodwhatiswrongwithme romance. And the burning question isn’t even WTF anymore, it’s whether or not to use my name or give this side of the muse a new moniker. A whole different genre, different feel, different audience, different pre-readers… so the name? Hmmm… Whatcha think?

One Response to A Rose By Any Other Name…

  • wolfnoma says:

    Human growth is not an easy task, it is filled with pain and confusion, but in the end, we are better people for the journey we were forced to go on. Congratulations Kelli, I look forward to reading what your mutilated muse has conjoured in your id.

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