I almost always write with a soundtrack. Either music is playing as I write, or I have certain songs in my mind that capture the vibe of what I’m going for with a certain section of the book. Sometimes it’s the lyrics that speak to me and other times it’s the music. In this case, it was definitely both.
The last third of Training Season was stamped with these two songs. I had them on repeat as I worked out the end of the book. I wanted the tenderness and growth to be all over those words.
The words at 4:19 through the end of the song are what I wanted Matty to be expressing during that part of the book.
Oh, this song. Is there anyone on earth who doesn’t have the feelings in them that this song expresses? Matty definitely had them and I wanted there to be that kind of longing and tenderness in the book. I hope I succeeded.
The above picture represents my mind right now. I’m in the midst of completing the final touches on this draft (and there’s sure to be another draft!) of Training Season, a m/m romance about a figure skater and a rancher. Yes, really. You did read that right.
As I push through to the end, adding the necessary pieces to make this mountain fly (see above), I find that other responsibilities in my life are falling through the cracks. Emails to friends, reading I’m supposed to do for a fellow author, careful review of my child’s homework (oops, I might suck), and even my 20 year High School Reunion. Yep, it’s true. I skipped it to work on this novel.
So this is me apologizing to you–whoever you are, all of you, any of you–because of how I’ve let you down. I know that I have in some way or another. Hopefully, before too long, I will be in a place where the novel is in my editor’s hands and I get some room to breathe. For my child’s sake, at least, I hope this is soon.
This song is also fairly representative of how I feel right now. Listen and enjoy!
My favorite traditional song by a number of folks, though none of them as good as this local performance I saw when I was about 16 years old that dissolved me into tears. That was one amazing pair of pipes on that woman. I’ve never heard the like again.
According to Donna Summer, the world was in sin and error whining. I’m down with that.
Shush, David Archuleta is made of tiny magic, okay?
Rhiannon from Carolina Chocolate Drops
This isn’t really my preferred style of singing, but I for some reason I couldn’t stop listening until it was over.
And a live Sufjan Stevens sing-a-long from a few nights ago. Very charming until the noise of the end overpowers the microphone on the recording device.
You can find any of these artists except the mom and daughter on Amazon, okay? I’m feeling a bit overwhelmed by life, so please feel free to look them up there. *shifty eyes* Sorry! This is a link to Amazon! Use it well!