I Love my IPod. I love my ITunes. I love the Internet. And working has become an almost a secondary passion for using the computer.
Here I sit at my desktop, writing my forthcoming book, listening to Lady Antebellum and at least fifty other performers, such as Diana Ross, Journey, Elton John, The Temptations, Steve Miller Band, and Crystal Bowersox. My favorite of them all is Stevie Nicks, and I have all of her music. It’s quite a jumble of songs I’ve gathered to suit my various moods and I love them all.
At the moment, I’m listening to Ricky Nelson singing “Traveling Man,” and that of course follows “Brandy,” the one hit wonder band by a band called "Looking Glass.”
Oh what a high. There’s only one detriment to listening to these favorites while I work. If I’m involved with sorrowful segments of the book, it’s impossible to listen to the anthem-like songs, such as “Don’t Stop Believin’ by Journey. And if the love songs remind me of past heartbreak, I have to take time out to remember and cry. So I’ve spent hours making lists of the types of music so I don’t get settled into a funk of lost love that causes me pause and the inability to write the parts of the new book that are uplifting.
But did I ever think I’d be able to listen to all this music and write at the same time? I guess it’s like the way I learned how to type. Who ever thought when we were in high school, typing on a Royal with an Elite font, that the letters on the keyboard would forever be embedded in my brain? And now I can enjoy my music while another part of my head holds onto the letters and allows me to write about two married men, best friends for over twenty years. This is the story of one who saves the other from death several times over before the grim reaper takes him away forever. Their special link is the son of the dying man who is cared for by the other after his father’s death. Sounds simple, but it’s hardly that at all. This new novel is called, “A Promise in the Wind,” and its story is about enduring friendship, over generations, that continues through trials of huge dimension, an even after death.
But what I’ve learned over the years of listening to music while writing my tales is that one book provides the impetus to move on to another, with equally fervent tales of people who struggle in life and make the hardest of decisions with surprising results.
What will satisfy me most is to sell both “I Know You by Heart,” my book currently on sale on Amazon.com, along with this one, knowing that the passion of one will draw readers to the other.
I love writing my books because they bring out my profound need to tell these tales of love, injustice, struggle and resolution, while I listen to the Moody Blues sing, “In Your Wildest Dreams.” Is there a better way to spend a day? After all, what I do for a living is way beyond my wildest dreams....