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I Got The Muses In Me

I Got The Muses In Me
By Grinelda Markowitz
Originally guest blogged at The Nuthouse Scribblers August 2012.

Inspiration, the catalyst for a writer’s endeavors. Sometimes coy and elusive, other times playful and seductive, but always sweet in the using. It’s the drug of choice to stimulate great writing, well maybe along with more than a few drams of caffeine. It’s the invisible thread which joins the pieces of the story.

So, how do you get it? I mean, you can’t go to the local grocery-super-24/7 store to buy it. You won’t find it on the black market either. And, when you’re down to the wire, with a deadline only a few days away, what do you write? How do you write?

One thing I find very stimulating to my muse is a change of pace. Something different. Something as novel as sitting on a bench in the park when that’s not my habit. I take an occasional stroll through a botanical garden or public park or a trip out of town. Even changing the time (temporarily) that I write sometimes primes the pump for a trickle of the good stuff.

My favorite entreaty to Inspiration is, “What if?” So, what if that black car down the street with the black-tinted windows isn’t really a car? And, what if the little old lady next door isn’t really anyone’s grandma but rather some sort of triple agent working for us, them and the aliens? Of course, everyone wonders what if there’s someone inside of their tv watching everything they do. Doodling “what ifs” on a page during a moment of idleness can really get the idea tap flowing.

Usually, I can’t, for the life of me, figure out where what I’ve written came from. I can’t find the ion trail left in Inspiration’s wake. More’s my confusion when I try to figure out from what source The Moon-Kissed Chi (TMKC) derived. It’s a story about an erotic society, a society which evolved as it has due to the erotic and sensual energy, chi. Many times, Inspiration visited me in my sleep during its writing.


After a morning of unfulfilled sexual need, Bezhyanya is enjoying a bath with Grayt, his bed-sworn’s serving woman. Though his own satisfaction is postponed for their ride later, he takes the opportunity to see to her immediate pleasure needs.

“You’re so dedicated a serving woman, I should at least reward your efforts.”

He used his thumb to enter her very wet orifice and another finger to stroke her bulb. Soon Grayt stopped what she was doing, her attention having been drawn elsewhere. She leaned on his thighs with both arms. Moving slowly at first, then writhing against his hand, she tried to frig his digits. He removed his hand from its task and lifted her hips up easily. Moving his knees closer to his chest brought her pot of syrup to his face. He tickled her sweet spot with his tongue then lapped her juices.

“You taste so sweet, like Cook’s best mead syrup; and, you smell like a romp in the woods after a gentle rain,” he whispered hoarsely.

His slurping sounds became louder and her body responded by rolling gently backward and forward. At the moment of combustion, she bit into his thigh. It took a few candle flickers for her to recover.

“Let’s not play in the bath all day. I’m about to burst. The sooner we get down to the stables, the sooner I can be done with Stable Master and we on our ride.”

When she had recovered sufficiently, she turned around and kissed him firmly on the mouth while gripping his pole tightly.


In the City of Kalaydan, Arrinay and Bezhyanya, the senior members of the ruling family, are faced with the early maturation of their daughter, Gayadnae. She must start the training. It’s Kalaydan law. Their daughter has other ideas. After concocting a plan to avoid responsibility and almost succeeding in carrying it out, Gayadnae’s life takes an unexpected turn.

Grayt, the ever-present serving woman to Arrinay, fills many roles and has her fingers in a number of pies. There’s definitely more to her than is apparent on the surface. Besides coordinating activities in the Main House, keeping the young mistress in line, and talking to horses, Grayt seems to have a more secret mission along with a few more grave responsibilities.

A hint of trouble on the horizon and other darker activities weave their way through the backdrop of this delightful tale of the city of Kalaydan. Buy The Moon-Kissed Chi at Smashwords.com.

About Grinelda Markowitz:

Grinelda Markowitz resides in a galaxy far, far away with a trusty pen, a never-ending supply of paper, and a fertile imagination.


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