Thursday throw out!


 

Moving through the stages of grief and finally arriving back at acceptance, I sucked it up and started edits. I was happy that on Tuesday I was given the thumbs up on my prologue re-write for Muse Vol. 1. So I decided that sharing the prologue was appropriate because I want to have the edits done by the end of the month. So hopefully by this time next month my dream will be realized and I will have my first book self-published!

Gasp

Thanks  to all that have sat and listened to me ramble over the past few weeks. As well as the ones who sat through heated debates over word usage and sentence structure. (my poor office mates) As well as my beta who dealt with countless questions about content and what to fix, love you Heidi Morris!

So without further ado……

Muse Vol. 1

PROLOGUE

                To love. To be loved in return. I have never known these things. I watch people around me pair off and they seem happy. They marry, have children, divorce, and grow old together. For humans the possibilities are endless, but not for me.

                I have walked this earth for over two thousand years. I have taken lovers, felt the touch of a man, but have never been loved. Of course, they all thought they loved me, could not be without me, but that was all a lie. In their minds, I was everything they ever wanted. They saw what they wanted to see when they looked at me. It was empty, it was lonely, and it was my life. If you could call it that.

I was born Erato, muse of erotic poetry and music. I left Olympus because I did not believe in their way of life. I did not want to live an existence devoid of love, commitment, or choice. I yearned for the lives of humans, the idea of a soul mate, the concept called to me. Throughout the years, I have realized this could never be my reality. My best friend Eros, the god of love, left his arranged marriage to  come to Earth with me. For the past ten years we have gone by Seth and Stella. Taking a new human name every decade or so was how we blended in. It was also necessary to keep our true identities secret.

                Seth was, for all intents and purposes, my only true companion. He was off pursuing his own interests. Mainly, his interest in the female form. I had not seen him in years. Our last adventure together ended with a shootout after several bank heists. The press thought we were lovers, they also thought we were dead. Several books and movies about Bonnie and Clyde later, the story is so skewed I can finally say it is all fiction.

                I prefer my current lifestyle. Pursuing an education is easy, entertaining, and time consuming. After all, I have nothing but time. I can move between colleges, trade schools, and universities without being noticed. There is a never-ending stream of drunken college boys on campus. All of my needs are met, and all of my curiosities satisfied.

                I have made a home in Minnesota. Northfield is a nice, small college town. Summers are beautiful, winters are as well. I am unsure where my path will lead after this, but for right now I am content.

Summer break is coming soon and I will see Seth. We have always been best friends, never romantic. I wonder if he has ever thought of me that way. I shut the thought down with a sigh as I flop down onto the couch in the common room. I wonder what movie we are watching this week.  The turnout is above average because of the rain.

God, I hope it’s not Bonnie and Clyde.

 

Well that is it! Hope you like it! Please give me feedback either through my contact form or inbox me on Facebook!  Also I would appreciate it if you would like and share my page to help me get my name out there!!!

Thanks again, until next week!

 

 

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