I was once driving down the street and noticed that a sentimental favorite, Tchaikovsky’s festival overture in E♭ major, Op. 49, aka the 1812 Overture, was on the radio. I knew what was coming. Some slower parts that would have had me changing the station if I hadn’t known the piece. The occasional bright and sparkling trumpets of the approaching “La Marseillaise” but I must point out, “bright and sparkling” is interpreted through my Hollywood-influenced sentiment for the piece (Casablanca, anyone?). I understand that as written in The 1812 Overture, the French anthem was not only an anachronism from decades after Napoleon was history, so to speak, but its inclusion was meant to be boastful and brash, the approaching armies of Napoleon.
Sorry. Child of Hollywood. It will take some doing for me to go bad on “La Marseillaise.”
But it matters not. The story told by this epic musical composition is one of the triumph of the Russian people over the tyrant, Napoleon. And it ends with a heart-swelling pounding of howitzer cannons and the ringing of all the bells in Moscow, as the French retreat, their tails between their legs.
It never ceases to make my heart swell, anyway–and it occurred to me, what a glorious thing, to have a book that could be accompanied by such a soundtrack. Yes, periods of pain. And fear. And death. But knowing–knowing–that the end would be filled with such emotional ecstasy and physical triumph…
I’d be lying if didn’t admit that this little ditty fuels a lot of my writing dreams.
I often see authors sharing the soundtracks, mixed tapes, playlists, whatever you want to call them, that accompanied the writing of their books. So often those musical selections leave me cold, because I don’t share the musical tastes of the author. I am so sure that my own preferences are so odd and unusual that very few of my readers would be moved by them, much less interested in them.
And yet, here I am, working on The Dead Shall Live (Volume Two of The Fury Triad) with the soundtrack in my ears, and I decided, why not share?
It owes most everything to the Mediaeval Baebes.
Although the first album of theirs I loaded onto my iPod was Mirabilis, and I still love it, any time I find my muse beginning to get jaded I add another of theirs to the playlist. Why do I listen to medieval-influenced music when writing a fantasy series set in the English Regency era? It doesn’t have to make sense to anyone but me, and for me, it’s not about logic or sense but about the music sounding ‘fantastical’ to my muse and summoning the characters, and the magical world they live in.
Perhaps it helps that the roots of my story are in the Dark Ages and grow opulently through the medieval Tudor courts, as well.
But from the opening bars, Star of the Sea brings my world to my fingertips, and I’m not going to argue with that.
There it is, the first installment of the Fury Triad mix tapes. I’ll be offering more on coming Mondays!
But back to the beginning… what would be the soundtrack of your life, if you could choose?
Come on, have some fun with it!
Originally posted here.
I’m in! I’m committing to walk in October. Anybody else want to join?
You don’t have to be a book blogger to do it. I’m not one.
“Hey Book Blog Walkers! It is time to make a commitment for Oct 2014. Whether you are just joining us, need to get back on the wagon, or just going to keep up your progress for Jan, now is the time to stand up and say “I’m in! I’m committed to getting up and getting moving!” Remember that at the end of Oct I will be drawing one person from every one participating for a book of your choice up to $10 from either Amazon or Book Depository. Hope to see you in Oct!”
I listen to audiobooks while I walk. What do you do to keep from being bored?
Cross-posted at planetpooks.com.
I teach this idea, but couldn’t remember where I’d heard it. Ah, of course. Sir Terry.
Originally posted on Words That Burn Like Fire:
This… just this. The concept blew my mind this weekend.
To me there’s a lot of truth here. At least, how I see my writing. Okay, stop, back up and explain.
I’ve now written 15 stories with Matty, Mina, Rick, and Sam. Most of my editing is explaining actions and reactions to readers. Occasionally, even my betas don’t get why one of them acts the way they do.
Also, plots. I’m terrible. I don’t how other authors do it, but I generally write my plot and then justify actions. Sometimes, I just know that the characters have to be somewhere or do something, without knowing why at the time. It isn’t until I read the story three or four times that I get why I had them do that… whatever that is.
This is why betas are so important. They help writers expand on the mental…
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Today’s guest blogger is Mikaela Lind. Mikaela lives outside of Stockholm, Sweden. She lives in an one room apartment with too many books. When she isn’t working on one of her books, she can be found reading books that others wrote. Or at Twitter as @mikaela_l. If you are curious about her upcoming releases, you can visit her webpage.
When I was a kid, I loved to read. In fact, I loved it so much that I had mastered the skill of reading while walking. Before you think I am insane, I lived in a calm suburb, and I only did it away from streets. As I grew up, I dropped the habit. In fact, until last week I was certain that I had lost the skill. And then I read Shifting Shadows by Patricia Briggs. I read it on the bus, I read it while walking from the bus. To say that I loved it is an understatement. But the most important thing it did was that it renewed my faith in her as an author.
Which in turn made think about the Power of Voice. I read a lot of genres, the only thing I don’t read is horror. It doesn’t matter what genre I am reading, when I pick up a book I want to be swept away.
For me, a really good story is a Mix of character, Voice and plot. I have been reading for 25 years, and I have learned that I can ignore a weak plot and setting if I like the characters. Whether or not I like or love a book is the author’s Voice. Voice is something personal and what makes me trust the author, even if I didn’t like the previous book, because I want to feel the magic that made me love the author’s books. I am the first to admit that the magic wanes. Most of the time, the magic returns, but sometimes it doesn’t. I have no idea why that is the case. I do know that I am happy when the magic is renewed, and sad when it isn’t.
Tell me, which books have renewed your faith in an author recently?
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I donated a hardcover copy of This Crumbling Pageant to a The Colony Public Library. This is the second time I’ve gotten to to donate one of my books to a library.
Is there a library near you having an event, or wanting a speaker, within driving distance of DFW? I love doing this!
A Romantic Comedy
by Patricia Burroughs
“WHAT THE HELL?” Alex shot upright and rubbed his unshaven face. He surveyed the messy bed and did a double take when he saw his friend beside him. Chris rolled over more slowly, more agonizingly, …