I write best when I’m listening to music. There’s something about it that just inspires me in a way that silence cannot.
I’ve found that what I’m currently reading has an impact on my writing. A few years ago I completed one of my novels for NaNaWriMo and during that time I was reading a lot of Cormac McCarthy. Needless to say, the finished novel I wrote was rather dark.
I wonder if the same can be said for music: my current listens impacting my writing. Perhaps.
- Cosmic Banditos: A Contrabandista’s Quest for the Meaning of Life by A.C. Weisbecker
- The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran
- The Girl Who Kicked The Hornet’s Nest by Stieg Larsson
- Shovels & Rope – O’ Be Joyful
- Sigur Rós- Kveikur
- The Heavy – The Glorious Dead
- Gary Clark, Jr – Blak and Blu
Tomorrow night, I’m going with friends to a wonderful little community cultural center to hear Neil Gaiman speak about his latest novel. A ticket to attend the event cost a bit more than I usually spend, but admission also gets you a copy of the new book and the chance to have him sign it (along with one other item of your choosing). I’m looking forward to meeting him – I’ve been a fan ever since I read some of his early works. I’ve enjoyed going to this center in times past. I’ve heard some phenomenal speakers share their stories. Folks like Tom Brokaw, Madeleine Albright, Garrison Keillor, Khaled Hosseini, and David Suzuki (to name just a few).
Lovely and I were out geocaching yesterday afternoon for a little bit and stumbled upon this wonderful little used bookshop in the town we call home. Normally, the prices were half off the list price, but they were having a sale that day where they would take an additional 50% off on top of that.
We stocked up.
I managed to snag a copy of the aforementioned Gibran – a friend had recommended it to me, thinking I would like it. I instantly loved it:
“When love beckons to you follow him, Though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. And when he speaks to you believe in him, Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden. For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning. Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth……
But if in your fear you would seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure, Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love’s threshing-floor, Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears. Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; For love is sufficient unto love. And think not you can direct the course of love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course. Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.”
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires: To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To know the pain of too much tenderness. To be wounded by your own understanding of love; And to bleed willingly and joyfully.”
-Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet
Traveling mercies. Go well, friends.