What is it about the Sunday/Monday transition? Last week at this time, I had a severe case of the blahs. That went away as the week progressed. Yesterday afternoon I started feeling a bit scratchy in the throat, which has given way to a raging sore throat. Can’t wait to see what next weekend brings.
Song of the day: Tangled Up in Blue, Bob Dylan
Typically I post songs here just because I like them. Tangled Up in Blue actually has a certain significance to my writing. Here’s the story:
On December 6, 2010 I started the actual writing on the work that has become Parallel Lives. By the middle of the month I had a general feel for the story, though it was still extremely slippery. I essentially had a couple of characters, and a couple of events, but no real sense of where it was going or what was happening. By this time I’d spent less than two weeks actually writing it, and probably another two or three weeks of musing over it and turning things over in my mind while I’d been working on my NaNo in November. One day I drove into town, possibly to go to the bank or do a bit of Christmas shopping run; whatever it was, I got back into my car, turned on the radio, and Tangled Up in Blue was on.
I’m not a total Bob Dylan nut. I think the man is a genius when it comes to writing musical poetry. His best songs are full of vivid imagery that can be beautiful and haunting, and his song structures and phrasing are often downright interesting to listen to – and difficult to sing. It’s unfortunate, really, that his singing was so…well, at times, bad, especially in concert (I’ve seen him three times, so trust me on this). I’ve always liked this song; I think it’s one of his best. For some reason, the song resonated with me this time in a way it hadn’t before. As the song says,
‘Every one of them words rang true and glowed like burning coal pouring off of every page like it was written in my soul’
It was perfect timing. I don’t know if the song tapped into some element of the story that was still hiding deep down inside of me and brought it out, or if it somehow inspired me to do something that wasn’t planned. What I do know is the period leading up to Christmas was spent in a writing fury, and the story really grew and became a whole lot easier to hold after this (On a side note, I popped a blood vessel in my right eye around that time; I sometimes wondered if it was a result of writing so hard, though it must have been something else).
Have any of you had a song that’s really spurred on your writing? That’s all for now, have a good week.
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