Years ago when I lived in San Francisco with the my former econ prof ( who will now be known as PGK) we both were attempting to write novels. Mine had to do with the Middle East and a leftist/terrorist group and his had to do with a California cult.

PGK took several breaks in his writing. He researched, read other novels to learn more about craft, watched a lot of movies for inspiration, and at one point was interested in photography. His reasoning was that the visual would help him with the word-smithing.

I have a similar approach. Although I might not be writing that day, I’m working out scenes in my head for Julius, but also making observations of what’s around me that could fit in Julius or for a future story.

I’ve recently been obsessed with a photograph of a mysterious and classically beautiful man, who I’ve coined as my “Magnificent Magyar.”  I look at his face, the sweet look in his  gray-green eyes and I am head over heels.

I don’t know much about my Magyar. What little I discovered was that he was from Budapest, orphaned during World War II, went to London after the 1956 uprising in Hungary, and was an actor with a cult following. In my obsessive pursuit to learn more, I found a forum that mentioned he died in 2002 at the age of 66 of a heart attack. Two people wrote in and mentioned that he had gone through a rough period. Of course, I tried to dig some more and came up with nothing with an extensive Google search.

Although my focus is on Julius, I like to keep the creative juices flowing with other projects. My Magyar has served as a muse of sorts and he has inspired me to write a story about his life–or better yet–a chapter of his life. Somehow he calls for a bonafide sobbing, tear-jerker.

Unlike the promised Wilde Solution (which proved to be garbage) I will post the story of the Magnificent Magyar. You can all judge for yourselves whether I pulled your heart-strings or not.



  • Hello Rebeca,
    I believe that every writer at some time in their carrier has a muse. Yours is in a picture and mine is steeped in ancient Greek mythology. My main interest in life is writing and archeology. The fact that artifacts found in Egypt, Greece and Rome (to mention a few) relate back to the ancient belief of mythological deities that added their lives led me to my muse—Cleo—the muse of history. She is in my second manuscript of my Darkside of the Medallion trilogy. Muses are incredible in that you can talk to them, ask for inspiration, take a break from writing and return to your computer filled with new words to pen. Some would call the above analogy ridicules while others say it doesn’t work that way and all you did was to step away from your WIP, gain a new perceptiveness and begin writing again. Whatever the process—I always remember to thank my muse.

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