I bought a yearlong membership at a fitness center and couldn’t possibly have imagined that with it I’d get a prince as well—plus, as a bonus, a curse from the magic forest. And the prince turned out to be a spiteful, arrogant scoundrel who drinks my blood by the liter.
The authors themselves don’t know where their crazy muse will lead them. Every chapter is a tripping-up of the other. We won’t just tease our heroes—we’ll also create plot conditions that both the reader and the author themselves will have to escape from. The game is like chess: only the opponent’s muse knows what the other side is thinking.