I used to write hours upon hours. The last year and a half, I had lost my will to type. I’m sure if typing could be done on its own while I was narrating to my computer I’d have at least three books finished by now. Good or bad, it doesn’t matter. It would have been writing exercise.
Now, that I’m getting slowly my mojo back, I remember that I liked listening to music while writing. And what music was that? Well, my favourite of course. Strangely enough, I mever listen to instrumental when I write or jazz. I prefer my favourite melancholic tunes accombanied by lyrics written by great lyricists like Jarvis Cocker (Pulp) and heart breaking voices such Brett Anderson’s (suede) and Stuart Staples’ (tindersticks), or Nick Cave’s and Leonard Cohen’s.
So one of the added good restarting writing did to me was relistening to my favourite songs and artists and discovering new bands like Beecake.
…not to fear what you write
Words on their own have no strength, no power. There’s no beauty. A writer needs more than words. The Writer needs grammar and syntax, they need ideas and passion. Writing is an experiment destined to either succeed or fail.
There are times the words without the passion or the idea succeed. And you just sit there and read and wonder. How’s that possible?
And then there are works that were meant to become classic but where pushed aside at their own time. That, however, is possible and awfully comprehensible. Time periods, values, ethics and all that jazz.
Magic is created with the right time, with the right ingredients. And a fire is lit that won’t go down.
I use my fears
I depend on them
Emotions created during their time
Their strength consumes me
My fingers bleed while inside my head
The demons play
It’s so wrong until the right moment comes
And I turn those fears to my advantage
Until they’ll hide from me in tears…