I have decided to take a break from my trilogy – Foolish Things We Tell Our Kids. I don’t feel like being so heavy today. Instead I am going with one of the writing prompts at NaBloPoMo. Basically, they asked if I can blog and listen to music. Oh and they want to know what song I have listened to today. Color me boring, but I haven’t listened to any music yet today. I still have Honey Comb in my teeth and sleep in my eyes.
I love music. Music sets the tone for a lot of things in my life. Right now, I am a little in love with Adele. Her voice kills me. But if I were to blog with Adele in the background, the tone would be melancholy and about troubling things in my past. I guess I could blog to music. I never think of it. Really. Hmmm. My blog posts just kinda hit me out of the blue. That’s why I go back and edit a lot. I pour passion onto screen, then I read it later and wonder what the heck I was thinking. Some of my posts come off as soooo negative. It’s not how I want my precious babies to be. I want them to be light and funny. Alas, I am a bit dry, and dark with my humor.
Now, if I were writing a novel, music would be crucial. I often have the “soundtrack” of a novel laid out before I ever think of typing a word. I have had two novellas floating around in my airy head. One of them is set entirely to the music played in the Safeway where I worked. Most of the scenes take place in a pharmacy, so I wanted to capture the music authentically. The last few weeks I was working I kept a paper in my smock and jotted down songs that were perfect for the book. Too bad I lost all of those papers. I need my pharmacy peeps to write them down again.
So, no, I can’t blog and listen to music. Like sitting down at the piano and playing a piece of music when emotional, it works in the reverse for me. The music will run down to my finger tips and gently shade my intent. I need my intent to remain raw. Focused. Only slightly negative.