I love loud music. Most anything from the seventies and eighties played good and loud gets my creative juices flowing. Revs me up and for some reason allows me to think clearer most of the time.
For as long as I can remember I listened to music when I needed to work, even back in grade school. I do so much better at math and programming when I have music jamming in the background. It could be because it keeps me from getting distracted by stray thoughts or outside sounds.
Too bad they didn't let you bring a walkman (that would be an mp3 player for today's generation) into tests. I would have aced them all.
Now, when I work, or write, things work best when I'm in my own world, surrounded by a protective cocoon of music.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Monday, November 17, 2008
Synopsis purgatory
OK, everyone. In my daily juggling act I have slowed on writing my main WIP, Redemption. I have not however completely given up writing altogether. A mermaid short story has intermittently captured my attention, so I'm working on that as well.
Also in the past couple of days, I've agonized over a synopsis for my completed novel Creatures of the Moon. The problem with synopses is every agent/editor has a different idea of what they want. The rules change based on: 1)who you talk to 2)how long the synopsis is supposed to be 3)what genre you are writing for.
To be honest I am one of those people that need guidelines, rules. I hate to do something that is "wrong" because I'm not entirely sure of the rules beforehand.
Rest assured, when I get something straightened out, I'll post it.
Also in the past couple of days, I've agonized over a synopsis for my completed novel Creatures of the Moon. The problem with synopses is every agent/editor has a different idea of what they want. The rules change based on: 1)who you talk to 2)how long the synopsis is supposed to be 3)what genre you are writing for.
To be honest I am one of those people that need guidelines, rules. I hate to do something that is "wrong" because I'm not entirely sure of the rules beforehand.
Rest assured, when I get something straightened out, I'll post it.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Dreams and Hope
As a white child in public school, I would tear up when I listened to Martin Luther King speak. The “I have a dream” speech would play at least once every February, and it moved me. Not just about racial equality, but just the general message of hope. Hope moved me. Hope that dreams can come true. Yes, I would get misty eyed when I heard “When you wish upon a star” too.
I think that hope is the reason our citizens elected Barak Obama. I’m not the only one in America that needs hope. We need to believe that our dreams can come true. Perhaps that’s why we are finally making Mr. King’s dream come true.
Our new president is the embodiment of our hope, for change, for peace, for our families and for the nation.
I have my own goals. My own dreams. There is no reason that I can’t make them come true. With work and perseverance I will be able to attain my goals. I just have to work at them. Never give up.
What an inspiring election.
I think that hope is the reason our citizens elected Barak Obama. I’m not the only one in America that needs hope. We need to believe that our dreams can come true. Perhaps that’s why we are finally making Mr. King’s dream come true.
Our new president is the embodiment of our hope, for change, for peace, for our families and for the nation.
I have my own goals. My own dreams. There is no reason that I can’t make them come true. With work and perseverance I will be able to attain my goals. I just have to work at them. Never give up.
What an inspiring election.
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