Write about the three most important songs in your life — what do they mean to you?
Nailing Brahms’ Hungarian Dance Number 5 on your alto sax. Making perfect pulled pork tacos. Drawing what you see. Or, writing a novel. Each requires that you make practice a habit.
Today, try free writing. To begin, empty your mind onto the page. Don’t censor yourself; don’t think. Just let go. Let the emotions or memories connected to your three songs carry you.
Today’s twist: You’ll commit to a writing practice. The frequency and the amount of time you choose to spend today — and moving forward — are up to you, but we recommend a minimum of fifteen uninterrupted minutes per day.
11:26 a.m. and, go!
I don’t have three songs that are important to me or my life, so I wouldn’t be able to write about their meaning. Or, is this cryptic talk for 3 THINGS that are important to my life? I’m so confused!
I am typing, non-stop, for 15 minutes, though.
I like music, don’t get me wrong. I love music and even created a My Writing Music page (which is apparently insignificant here at WP, but whatever) that I daily post a new song I adore using my YouTube account and their code.
I actually can’t write without music playing in the background, though it can’t have vocals or I’ll get distracted. Instrumental music, classical variety, ambient, chill, the Groove Salad variety of music, and then there is the movie scores. I created a Movie Scores play list at my groove shark account with close to three hours of non-stop instrumental music. No, not the terrifying bashes that occur sometimes, but the slow, pretty, melodic stuff usually overlooked while watching a movie because the scenes themselves rob the ear of that background noise.
Are we permitted to stop and flex our fingers during these timed exercises? Or, sip some diet coke? If this is a law breaker, someone kindly inform me – thanks!
My passion is writing, and my inspiration probably comes more from images than music. Or, maybe I should be more direct and say my inspiration comes from a little of both. There have been times when I’ve listened to music and let my mind take me someplace else only to have a story develop without realizing it or meaning for it to happen.
The same is true with imagery. At my Pinterest page, I created a Invoke the Muses folder and pin all sorts of magical, wonderful, and amazing things there.
I hust realized that I’m back[spacing to correct my mistakes, and you asked me not to do that. Sorry!
For my Romance novel writing, (and even for the sheer heck of it pleasure) I will browse hunky guy images, and old school cover art. I’ll spend awhile reading romantic poems and lovey quotes posted/pinned by others, and then spend more time browsing portals, gardens, walkways, and moonlit scenery. Beaches, forests, and even bustling cityscapes for inspiration.
Inspiration for me also coems in reading others writing on blog posts, and downloading the rfree excerpts offered on eBook websites. Or, I might just walk away from the laptop and start walking around the neighborhood. My favorite inspiration moments come in spending time at the local library, though. It doesn’t matter the genre – though I do tend to make a bee-line to the fiction, romance section right off. I can spend countless hours there skimming page after page of book upon book and not get bored. On the way home, I’m filled with all kinds of ideas, thoughts, and things that need jotting down or more time to ponder. Then its right back to the laptop, where i try tdoing things like this, just typing without really planning anything (though I do go back and instantly correct my mistakes)
this is embarrassing.
Speaking of drawing … I got the idea in my head yesterday, after looking at all of the wonderful cover art being displayed at various groups on my Facebook page. I know my novel cover is pathetic and its embarrassing, and I also wish it wasn’t part of the reason no one is interested in reading my writing, but whatever. I started really looking at them and thought maybe I could possibly sketch something out that would look halfway decent. The thought didn’t last very long, though, because my artistic abilities are pretty bad.
Okay, so my time is up now, and again, I doubt I did what I was asked to do. I feel so out of place in this course, and like I’m invading the space of others more deserving ….