Of all my heroes, Dax Drexel is the top readers’ favorite over any other character I’ve written before. He’s a master carpenter and woodworker with a show room on Seventh Avenue, thanks to his father’s business acumen. He’s blue-collar, rough around the edges, and fun in a wholesome, non-drama way like the rest of my heroes. It makes him my one true muse, one who came to me formed, not because I wanted him that way but in response to a heroine I’d written first.
Unplanned and organic. Unexpected yet perfectly timed in his arrival–and departure.
What about you? How does the Muse come to you? Planned? Unplanned? Plotted? Or does he/she the type who runs with scissors?