Born, raised, educated (until college) in Richmond, Virginia, Author Robin Selise Muse (HELL YES THAT’S HER REAL NAME)has loved the written and spoken word since birth (perhaps before, but scientific evidence won’t prove those facts just yet.) Upon her entrance into the world not much changed…until she hit middle school and decided that music was her life’s choice. When picking up the clarinet in sixth grade at Moody Middle School under the direction of Mr. Richard Wray, she was quite certain that she found her calling…it was a lie.
A bold face, foolish, but believable, lie.
One that she lived for nine years leading to a partial music scholarship to Elizabeth City State University, where she was a part of the Marching Sound of Class. During her freshman year, she wrote home to the band director of her high school, Mr. John Scott who was at the time the Director of Bands at Henrico High School in Richmond, about the daily happenings of a disgruntled, weary and worn Music Education major. With the receipt of his reply, which basically said, “If this Music thing doesn’t work out, then maybe you should try Language Arts or Creative Writing.” she knew that she was no longer able to continue to suppress the urges that wallow around in her soul, pulled at her heart, hugged its vessels and never let go.
An urge that wasn’t in the plans.
The same urge that said her mother who had sacrificed, scrimped and saved to buy her several woodwind instruments to include a clarinet (at least two), three (soprano, alto and tenor) saxophones and several keyboards would not be pleased at the flightiness in here decision. The same mother that was also footing the other half of the bill for her college education AND was raising Robin’s daughter while she enjoyed the experience of being a “real” college student and all that it had to offer. No way, Robin thought, would that same mother be pleased at all that she now no longer wanted to be a Music Teacher. What she wanted, or in her words, needed so badly to do was write, because deep down inside writing had been what sustained her many years when the going got tough. And when a pregnant seventeen-year-old student athlete, musician and honor roll (on some semesters) student, with a mother who was a band booster, a softball coach, and the PTA president got pregnant, the first time out of the gate…the going definitely got tough. So, Robin did what any person would do with the realization, she came up with a plan to fulfill her needs, and eleven years later, it’s shaping up rather nicely.
So she writes. Yup, that sums it up perfectly and well within the character limits.
(That’s a mole above her lip, it’s real too! #MomIsJealous)
Note: There’s so much more to that story, but listen here, internet strangers and potential fans, that’s enough. I write fiction, not non-fiction. So I’ll be damned if you’ll delve into the meat of my life with all of your pretentious judgment. No, sir. No, ma’am. Thanks! Just kidding…a little.
Robin currently resides in Richmond, Virginia with her fifteen-year-old daughter Michelle (that’s her above to the left, with the dope hair, cool Ray-Bans, and fly hat, playing the selfie game in NYC), who is following in her footsteps musically and who just gotten her learner’s permit and is driving her mother crazy among other funky locations. Robin is also currently praying that Michelle doesn’t pull a “her” and decide two years into her college education to waste her mother’s hard-earned money.
Unfortunately, Robin also knows that karma is sort of bitchy.