Music has the utmost influence in my life.
So much so that I can't listen to music while I write. -- When I try to, what I write inevitably ends up being something about the song - the lyrics, or the setting, or the feelings evoked, or all of it together.
Music is powerful stuff.
I'll get back to that in a minute ...
Last week, I got feedback on my novel in my workshop.
The ending I thought I had so clearly in mind may no longer work. The way I wrote the book may no longer work either.
I have great stuff, but I may need to change the perspective of who is telling the story, which changes the whole story. Or maybe I need to re-think how I was originally going to tell the story (which morphed from last year's workshop input) and go back to more my original idea. Or something.
While the overall result of the workshop critique was positive, the questions put to me during workshop that lead me to: Where do I go from here? (Thought plaintively, as sung in the song Without You by the Dixie Chicks).
The answer is: I don't know.
Now, of course, I'm singing the song in my head instead of working on my story. Which is another problem I have with music and writing. But I really need to figure it out, because I have another 50 pages due in 4 weeks.
Go forth and write!
So much so that I can't listen to music while I write. -- When I try to, what I write inevitably ends up being something about the song - the lyrics, or the setting, or the feelings evoked, or all of it together.
Music is powerful stuff.
I'll get back to that in a minute ...
Last week, I got feedback on my novel in my workshop.
The ending I thought I had so clearly in mind may no longer work. The way I wrote the book may no longer work either.
I have great stuff, but I may need to change the perspective of who is telling the story, which changes the whole story. Or maybe I need to re-think how I was originally going to tell the story (which morphed from last year's workshop input) and go back to more my original idea. Or something.
While the overall result of the workshop critique was positive, the questions put to me during workshop that lead me to: Where do I go from here? (Thought plaintively, as sung in the song Without You by the Dixie Chicks).
The answer is: I don't know.
Now, of course, I'm singing the song in my head instead of working on my story. Which is another problem I have with music and writing. But I really need to figure it out, because I have another 50 pages due in 4 weeks.
Go forth and write!