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On Music: the power of

I have to have music to write. And not just any music. Every book/series has its own play list. They’re songs that fit the mood or theme of what I’m writing. That can be anything from purely instrumental to heavy metal. I’m one of those eclectic people that has a music collection that boasts everything from Bach and Phantom of the Opera to Taylor Swift and Disturbed. The funny thing is that if I find myself listening to the music instead of focusing on my words, the song goes. Mercilessly deleted from the sacred playlist. The music has to fade into the background while I’m writing. And once I have a playlist set, I will use that list for everything relating to that book. Writing, editing, rewriting, plotting future books. Doesn’t matter.

I’ve got friends that need dead silence, white noise or chanting monks to write.I know people that write with movies they’ve seen a thousand times playing in the background or watching reruns on the TV. The point is, everyone has their own thing that works for them and they all have a reason why it does. For a long time I just knew music worked and I didn’t particularly focus on the why of it.

Recently I have discovered that music is a filter for me. A filter that goes beyond the obvious, if there’s music in my ears I can’t hear whatever’s going on in the world beyond. I have a brain that works overtime all the time. I am often doing one thing while thinking of three others. Music makes my brain focus. It engages all the extra synapses that want to be doing something, writing something, else. When the music is playing I focus only on what I am writing at that moment, on only that project. And what a relief that is to my overtaxed, melting brain.

That being said, I am always on the lookout for new music. What are some of your faves that I might have missed?

On Birthdays and Friends

Yesterday was my birthday. I’ll spare myself the mentioning of the year. For some reason this is the first year I mind saying my age. Grrr.. don’t like it.

Anyway, I went with my mom and my aunt and had a manicure and pedicure paid for by my mom, my aunt and my brother. It was nice to be pampered. And my mom made me chicken and dumplings. For dessert I got vanilla ice cream with fresh strawberries on it. So good.

But the best part of my birthday was the card I got from two of my nearest and dearest. The handwritten sentiment inside said in part, (and I paraphrase cuz I’m too lazy to get my purse) “Enjoy your last birthday as an unpublished author. You’ll never have another one.”

No, you didn’t miss any announcements, there’s nothing to be revealed. They just have that much faith in me. Isn’t that awesome?

I sure as hell hope they’re right.

Mother’s Day Eve

So my kids, knowing me as well as they do, decided they wanted to buy me a book for Mother’s Day. Rather than having them guess blindly what I wanted and didn’t already own we took a trip to Target to go book shopping. Don’t judge, our closest bookstore is B&N and it’s a good 25 minutes or more drive.

Anyway, I digress. So we’re looking at books and child the younger (who is 6) wanders around a bit then looks at me and says, “Mommy, what’s the name of the book you made?”

“Possession,” I say and wait for him to ask what that means. Instead he says, “Oh,” and continues to wander.

After a little longer he comes back up to me and says, “Mommy, what’s your book look like?”

That’s when I realized he’d been roaming looking for the book I’d written on the shelves. So I had to explain that mommy’s book isn’t published so he won’t be able to find it. He was horribly disappointed. And then my husband said, “Not yet. Mommy’s book isn’t published yet. You’ll see it one day.” (I knew there was a reason I loved him.)

As a side note, one of the books I picked up was Stephen King’s most recent short story collection. The first story is about a father and son who kill the mom. Irony at its best.

Happy Mother’s Day everyone. Hope its as great as my day before has been.

I have decided….

This week will be better than last week. It has to be. Last week, in case you couldn’t guess, was a horrible horrid thing that stunk right up until about Friday at 4:30. The weekend has been okay. I got my kitchen cleaned out and organized which is fantastic. I also am coming down with some sort of sinus crap (yes, again) but that’s okay.

So, everyone repeat after me: This week will be awesome. Beyond awesome even. It is decided.

Very good. Thank you.

I also got my hair done. I wanted bright red streaks, but my hair is dark enough that in order to do it, they would have to bleach and then put the color in. Needless to say I just got normal red highlights put in as I had no desire to spend $200 or 4 hours getting my hair done. Not to say it won’t ever happen, but it’s not on the agenda right now. That being said, she trimmed up my hair and thinned it out so it looks and feels better, and I like the highlights even if they weren’t precisely what I wanted when I went in.

Guess that’s it for now. What’s up with you?

A realization

I realized this evening that writing completely new words scares me. I’m not sure if this a new thing or something I just didn’t notice before. I’m afraid they won’t be any good. Scared that I’ll fail.

The upside to this is that when I read back over what I’ve written, I’m usually pleasantly surprised with the quality of my words.

I’ve also realized that I want nothing more in life than to tell my stories and have other people read them. Read them and love them. This however isn’t a new realization. I’ve known this since I was in school. Just restating it.

So what about you? Any old or new realizations about your writing or your life?

Holy smokes, people!

I feel like I’m being pulled a million different ways and at the moment I’m totally wired. This is not a good thing as I have court in the morning and I kind of have to be awake enough to know what’s going on. My writer’s brain has kicked in again. It’s imagining* things that may or may not be true and I’m sure I’ll be up all night wondering which. GAH!

On another note, I have decided not to renew my memberships to any of my “professional” writing groups. I have a very close knit writing group with several friends at various points in their writing careers and I feel I get the society with them that I need. I also feel that my money would be better spent subscribing to some industry publications. We’ll see how that works. I can always change my mind later and sign back up.

Let’s see…what else? I think that’s all for the moment. Talk to you soon.

*imagining is BY FAR the word I misspell the most. I always type imaging. Not quite the same thing there, Kathy. sigh.

First Lines

So I read an article about first lines the other day and it got me thinking. I’ve always loved first lines, not so much coming up with the perfect one, but flipping open books at random and reading the first line. It’s so much fun I’ve decided to do it here. Aren’t you excited?

The Phantom of the Opera by Gaston Leroux – “The Opera ghost really existed.” How can you beat that opening, even if it is the Prologue?

The Iron Hunt by Marjorie M. Liu – “When I was eight, my mother lost me to zombies in a one-card draw.” I loved this line the moment I read it. It instantly pulls you into the world of the novel.

Storm Born by Richelle Mead – “I’d seen weirder things than a haunted shoe, but not many.” Again, a first line that immediately makes you want to read more. Also lets you know that there will be some dark humor ahead.

The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe by CS Lewis – “Once there were four children called Peter, Susan, Edmund and Lucy.” Meh, not great as first lines go. Okay, so there’s four kids but what do I care? But, of course, the book overcomes it’s mediocre first line to become a literary classic.

And last but not least, Daughter of the Blood by Anne Bishop – “I am Tersa the Weaver, Tersa the Liar, Tersa the Fool.” A simple first line but it makes you want to know why she is a liar and a fool.

That was fun. I think we’ll do this again. Maybe I’ll start having a first line friday and randomly pull books off my shelf and list their first lines.

So what about you? Have any favorite first lines?

Get Mail

I push the button and no new mail comes. What is up with that? I need new email now.

*twitch*

Oh, hi. Didn’t see you there. How are you? I’m on submission. Can you tell?

*clicks button again*

Must leave button. Have writing to do. and it is awesome.

 

Disclaimer: This post serves no purpose whatsoever other than to further convince y’all that I’m a little unbalanced. Laters!

Writer Brain

My fellow writers read the title to this post and immediately knew what I was talking about. The rest of you…well, I’m about to enlighten you. Writer brain is the blessing and the curse that all writers live with. It’s a blessing because it’s what helps us get past those sticky plot points or turn the story in a completely unexpected direction. It’s a curse because we take an ordinary every day situation and our brain twists it and twists it some more.

For example, when a normal person drives down the street and a car passes going the other direction its not a big deal. This is how my brain works. ‘What if he suddenly swerved over? I’d have to go down that embankment to get away from him. I wonder if that’s steep enough to make my car roll. Do I have my cell phone with me so they can call my husband when they find me?’ Fun, right? Morbid? yes. Can I help it? No.

Reading that, it really shouldn’t surprise you to discover that it is a very thin line that separates writers from schizophrenics. The main difference is writers know what’s in their brain isn’t real. It also shouldn’t surprise you that if you search ‘are writers crazy’ you get over 54,000,000 hits.

Unfortunately my son has inherited my brain and automatically thinks of the worst ten things that could happen in any given situation. But I know his brain and how it works so that helps me to understand him and helps me to explain to him why he does the things he does.

There isn’t really a point to this post other than to say I am surrounded by people one shade short of crazy and it makes me deliriously happy to be one of them.

Happy reading and writing, my friends.