“Uhm .. dunno.”
I know she didn’t believe me as she rolled her eyes but dropped the subject in favor of keeping the peace. It’s not the first time I’ve been asked where I got my ideas; it was the first time someone close asked me. Most people that know me know better than to ask such things.
So today, as I went down my agenda and ticked off all my to do items, I tried diligently to keep abreast of how I do things. Well, I can tell you that my mind wanders, a lot, and I can also tell you that I have certain coping mechanisms. So can some of my poor friends that I pester throughout the day. But when I sit down to write, especially scenes that evoke emotions or imagery, I need music. A playlist. The playlist.
I usually make a playlist depending on my mood, which is the color of the rainbow. Today, it is mellow. It starts with Bob Marley and ends with Sublime, 3.9 hours and has everything from rock, rap, alternative, reggae, country to stuff that is not easily categorized. I am in my own world, blissfully unaware of what is going on around me. In my world … and the words start flowing.
I might stop, listen intently, rewind a passage if the lyrics are captivating, and resume writing. Why? The poetry is exciting; it brings out emotions, the same emotions I am trying to evoke in my own writing. We all have songs we know by heart, songs that remind us of a person no longer with us, a location that exists only in our dim human memories, a smell from our childhood, a feeling from our teenage hearts, and a taste of freedom.
So many emotions in under three minutes. I am off to continue my draft, Hotel California whispering in the background. It is a lovely place.