I’m not quite sure I could survive without music. I can’t really do anything without it. I suppose technically I can, but I don’t care for it. Some people collect vinyl or CDs. I collect moods and playlists.
Music became a big part of my life around middle school. Listening to angst while I felt so angsty was everything. Music alongside books are my tunnels others worlds and aspects of my life.
I am currently working on two different YA contemporary projects, one, of course, is Elliot Granger, and the other a novel I’ve had on my plate for over a year and it’s in the process of transforming into something others can read. I quickly found that it was a lot trickier for my mind to jump from one contemporary to another than it is for me to hop between a contemporary and a fantasy project.
Yep, this is the first time I’ve had two of the same genre to juggle. Honestly, without my playlists, I don’t know how it would be possible.
The themes and characters of both are different, there are similarities because humans and growing up, but having completely different music selections to listen to while writing each one has made jumping around so easy. It took me a second to figure out how to handle the switch, but like everything else music sets my mood, therefore it all fell into place when I got my songs together.
Sometimes I need to walk away about from my computer or notebook, or whatever to get that needed epiphany. I’ll listen to the music while I do the other things and it is quite essential for backtracking ideas. That’s how I get some of my best ideas.
The worlds we have to build in order to create. I wish I could ask J.R.R. Tolkien what it felt like to write The Lord of the Rings trilogy. Creating the shire must have been an amazing experience.