I was wondering what music might accompany a couple of the short stories I'm working on (writing in my head counts as working!).
These two stories both share a theme of ocean and water, transition. I needed music that has the quality of water. Calm and cool, inspiring, beautiful to listen to and also easy to let fade into the background.
I'm finding that with the Life Is Strange soundtrack, even the tracks which have vocals, I can easily do that. Concentrate on the pace and rhythm and lyric of the song or let it filter through my head, inspiring but not distracting.
This week I'm all about music without lyrics. (Because lyrics can be distracting, you know? You're trying to write and all of sudden you're transcribing a song because it's taken over your brain.)
I like writing to movie soundtracks. It's usually easy to find a piece that works for whatever type of scene you're creating.
here we lie,
our bones crumbling beneath the weight of our skin,
re-enacting youthful passions
(hot embraces
on forgotten white sands)
with the restless movements of our too-thin hands,
long ago mated at the altar,
as they make a mad scramble
for the remote
I did a cross country move in mid-May, from Tennessee to Colorado. I'm still getting used to my new house and the local area. I'm going to blame this lack of familiarity, the near consistent need to run around get things done (whether that's getting another item to restock my pantry or picking up some home improvement/decor item to improve our storage), for the fact that June seems to have disappeared on me.
Well, I'll blame that and the final class of my graduate program, which is keeping me - more often than not - glued to my laptop as I write and submit storyboards and look for graphics to accompany those storyboards once they're made into online modules. (But I'm almost done! And then I can actually look for a position where I get paid to do these things.)
But I'm making a pact with myself right now: I will get out and enjoy the summer days before they pass me by completely. Even if all I do is sit on my back porch in my deck chair, reading a book (or scribbling on a story) and soaking up the sunshine (with appropriate protection, of course).
And accompanying me - either in my head or on my mp3 player - will be music.
This week I'm kind of all over the place. A little new and somber, a little old (it pains me to say that) and poppy.