Friday, September 4, 2015

Music and Writing

After receiving some encouraging words, and a little heartache, I'm back at it again--I'm writing!
There is hope for this book to see the end.

The advice my writing friends gave me summed up to this: Just write something, even if you don't like it. 

So I did, for awhile, and they were right--the juices came back. 

But anyway, today's blog post is about music and writing. 

I noticed that I am substantially inspired by music when it comes to my writing. Anything with an acoustic guitar, minors, and a voice with soul, seems to pull all the great words and scenes out of me. 

I don't know what it does to me, but it makes me feel . . . . it makes me feel a lot. So much so that I have to listen to that song over and over again so that I can create those feelings. 

This new book I'm writing, I think I'll call it Rubatosis, retains most of it's scenes from songs that have inspired me. I had a friend ask me the other day, "How do you translate a song into a scene?"

Here's my response: You have to take the essence of it--the throbbing, the tempo, the chords--force it into your heart, and translate those words into scenes.

So this is what I've been doing. 

Most of the music I've been listening to has been written or covered by a friend of mine who is an amazing guitar player, writer, and vocalist. He creates very, very sad songs, so if you're into that like myself, check out some of his tunes: 

Running -- Most Recent!

And of course, other musicians:

And anything by Ray LaMontagne:

Well, that's it for this post! I hope some of this music makes you inspired as well! 

In my next blog post, I'll be talking more about Rubatosis, and hopefully, I can finish up some series: How Writers Made It Big, and Writing in the Twenty-First Century. 

Till Next Time!

Friday, August 7, 2015


So here's the thing: I haven't been able to write in months.

I mean, yeah, I'll choke out a paragraph or two, but I've legitimately missed the tail on this one.
It's not even that I don't like my book or my characters--I like all those things. I'm obsessed with my words, and I find myself reading them over and over again.

And I'm stuck.

Stuck because I can't get past those words. I want the story to end, I know how it ends, heck I've even written a rough draft of the ending, but I can't get to that point.

Does any of this happen to any of you?

Do you feel your words trapped within your thoughts, so far hidden that even if you tried to rescue them you couldn't get them out?

That's how I'm feeling, guys.

I need my words. I need some inspiration.
Give me something.

lost with no words.

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