Wednesday’s Writings: I am Iron Woman…Come Be My War Machine.
Wednesday’s Writings…Now With More Cowbell
Last week I wrote about how music inspires writing, and vice versa. I’ve been thinking some more about how music and writing are similar, which led to me realizing how I’ve grown as a writer. My mind tends to find its way to a destination through peculiar terrain, so bear with me.
A week or so ago, I was listening to the radio on my way home from class, which I rarely do. I usually listen to CDs, a habit I had gotten into because the tiny town I lived in until a month ago was too far away from civilization to pick up any radio stations worth listening to. I sometimes got a rock station from Cincinnati, but it was spotty at best. So, I’m a little behind on some of the new stuff that’s out there. That day, as I turned the corner of my street, a song came on I had never heard before, but it only took a few notes before I recognized the band.
“Hey, is this new Red Hot Chili Peppers?” I asked. Since I was by myself, there was no reply. This happens, often. (read more…)
Wednesday’s Writings – Music and Fiction, Those Crazy Cousins
I love music. I love music almost as much as I love fiction stories. In so many ways, music and books are two sides to the same coin. The arts are one big family, if you will. The poet William Wordsworth referred to poetry and painting as “sisters.” I think of music and fiction as cousins. They both tell us stories, transporting us to a different place and time, invoking profound feelings with a swoosh of words and/or sound. They have a family resemblance, but come from different parents. (read more…)Schedule Shmedule: Wednesday’s Writings – On Thursday
Well, my last post was about a really odd scene that popped into my head that I wasn’t sure about. I immediately wrote it down, and then spent the next few days obsessing about it. On that last post and also on Twitter, I asked how other writers handled the dilemma of figuring out what to do with hot new story ideas when they’ve already have one, or several, WIPs. The answers ranged from “write it down for later” (which I usually do), to basically “striking while the iron is hot.” One of my favorite tweets came from Sam LaFantasie: “I usually do the ones that have characters that won’t stop yakking at me.” (read more…)
Wednesday’s Writings…It’s a fragment! It’s a passage! It’s a…frassage?
His hand froze in mid air, hovering inches above mine.
“What’s wrong?”
“You folded the bread wrong.” It was a whisper of ridiculous proportions.
“Huh?” I looked down at the half sandwich I was holding. Peanut butter. In my haste, I had folded it top to bottom, instead of side to side. “Oh, sorry.” I extended it further towards him, but he snatched his hand back like I was trying to give him a decomposed tarantula.
“Seriously, dude. What the hell? It will still taste the same.” I was losing patience. This guy was a nightmare in red suspenders and bad hair.
“No. It’s impossible, Julia. I can’t have it.” He crossed his arms in front of him, tucked his hands into his arm pits, and squatted straight down. He went still, like the nerdiest gargoyle in the universe. (read more…)
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