I’m over at ALL THE WRITE NOTES today, talking about my new favourite obsession. (-:
With all my recent whining about not being in the mood to write, I always knew I was merely in a percolation stage. You just kind of refuse to see that when the fingers aren’t moving over the keyboard. I’m happy to report that it’s beginning to happen. A writer can feel the burgeoning…it’s like a tsunami approaching. But not a horrendous destructive tsunami…a beautiful and powerful one. The kind that gives you strength. I can see my tsunami in the near distance. The winds of it have hit and allowed me to find a novel title (which is ALWAYS how I begin a project) and begin mind-mapping ideas.
I have the title of my next novel project—BEAUTY IS IN THE SKY OF THE BEHOLDER. And I have a few scribblings in a file. And I have a brain that is busy mind-mapping what is not yet written down. This is the birthing stage. Soon…I will be writing non-stop. I must write non-stop to keep up with the tsunami as it crashing into me. If I don’t write fast enough, the novel will leave when the tsunami drags itself back out into the ocean.
In every sky, there is beauty. I’m about to set out to prove that. (-:
Just. Because. That’s why.
I’m sure it will return, but for the time-being…a musical interlude.
Before the interlude, though, a little backstory. Because, you know…every writer loves a backstory.
The song I’m about to link to was the song my Nana and I would listen to on repeat while sitting in her micro-library on summer days in Miramichi, New Brunswick. When I say we listened to it on repeat, I mean I sat close enough to the turntable to reach in and move the needle back to the beginning. It was sometime in the 70s. It was a little crooked house. The books were musty and had doodles and lines drawn and written in the margins by my father and his siblings when they were young.
The last line I wrote reminds me of yet another of my favourite songs from that period in my life.
When you were young
And your heart was an open book
You used to say, “Live and let live”
(You know you did, you know you did, you know you did)
But if this ever-changing world in which we’re livin’
Makes you give in and cry
Say live and let die
Live and let die
Oh, those were fucking melancholy lyrics. Great lyrics have always been able to make me feel a need to rip out my veins. I know they did, I know they did, I know they did…
So, I would reach into that big ocean-liner of a box with the turntable in it and drag the needle back to the beginning of our song. And my Nana would tap her foot throughout the entire thing. She was HEAD OVER HEALS for the song. She knew every line, every note, every nuance. I had a cousin who could sing the same song like an angel. And it always melted my Nana’s heart to hear the words come from Christine’s mouth. I’m not sure Christine ever realized how much it meant to her.
I can’t for the life of me remember if my Nana read while we did this. I think she just paid full attention to the song, stared off into whatever memory she was visiting, and waited for me to be her repeat button. I, however, read. Not whole books…nothing so focused as that. I wanted to be inside all those musty books. Every single one of them. So, I just random-read them. There were trigonometry books and philosophy books and fiction books. It was a random sampling of 60 or so years of a house filled with kids who turned to teens who turned to adults and left. I honestly don’t think her library interested her so much. In truth, I’m probably the only one who called it a library. There was a living room and a back living room and a back-back living room. The back-back living room was the ‘library’. It had books in it. Does anything else matter? Oh…and a big whale of a console with records and 8-tracks. Sure, we listened to other stuff too. But that one song on that one record…we blew that motherfucker away!
Anyway, so…in lieu of writing, I think a song today will do.
We wore that record out, so I’m sorry I can’t reach over and drag the needle back across to the beginning. You will have to make do with Youtube…and some version of the original.