If erotic romance can claim a muse she would be Erato. According to Wikipedia, Erato is the Muse of lyric poetry, especially love and erotic poetry. In the Orphic hymn to the Muses, it is Erato who charms the sight. Since the Renaissance she is often shown with a wreath of myrtle and roses, holding a lyre, or a small kithara, a musical instrument that Apollo or she herself invented. In Simon Vouet's representations, two turtle-doves are eating seeds at her feet. Other representations may show her holding a golden arrow, reminding one of the "eros", the feeling that she inspires in everybody, and at times she is accompanied by the god Eros, holding a torch.
If Erato is the Romance Writer’s Muse, she must be a very busy lady because every writer is desperate for inspiration. Unfortunately, writing fiction is not like a regular job where you are assigned a task, you draw on your knowledge of the subject, assemble your tools and proceed to complete the assignment.
Writing requires a dash of inspiration, a scintilla of creativity and intense concentration in addition to knowledge of the subject and the tools of the craft - - i.e. computer, paper, pencil, typewriter etc. In other words, you need the creative muse to provide the inspiration to produce a brilliant paragraph, chapter or book. Unfortunately, sometimes, the muse has left the building.
The muse disappears for a day or two and you get behind in your work, however, the worst case scenario occurs when your muse is AWOL for weeks on end. The result of her absence is writer’s block.
Basically, there are two types of writers, those who can write every day and those who must wait for the writing muse to sit on top of the computer screen. Unfortunately, I fall into the latter category. When my muse is not with me, I can’t seem to write a sentence. I’ve tried writing exercises; cheat sheets with scenarios, stream of consciousness, everything I can think of to jump start the creative process. Then, all of a sudden, she appears like a genie out of the lamp! I write for days, with little interruption for food or sleep, until she leaves again.
Although I know others do, I can’t seem to force my prose. It’s either there or it’s not. As a result, I may write one book rather quickly and not be able to produce another for six months. Writing is a process, but no one said it was easy.