Music As An Aid To Writing

 In order to write, I have to be in a relaxed state, sort of in a trance. Maybe actually in a low beta, trance state. Then the scenes and the dialogue - tons and tons and tons of dialogue, so fast I can't get it down on paper - it usually only works with pen and paper - appears. I hear the dialogue in my mind, just not with my outer ear - with my inner ear. Sometimes it's an intro to the characters. "Let that be a lesson to you Stanley" = terrifying, icy Granddad Golden. "You tell that disgusting nephew of mine! ... Go die in a ditch!" = super-bitch Granny Sue. "Mother isn't very sympathetic" = angelic aunt Goldie, (Marigold. Marigold Mercy Stratton).  And so on. More often it's just reams and reams of dialogue that is so much I have to leave it after a while. 

That's all good. It's obviously stuff that needs to come out. Maybe the characters are facets of my own psyche? But what happens when I've had a stressful day and am not quite there with the trance? Words are bubbling around in my head but some of them have gone - there's gaps. Notebooks with almost illegible scribble help. But sometimes there's been some mega stress explode just before I've found a time window to write, I'm just incredibly worked up and that trance is completely out of reach. Writing would be impossible, if it wasn't for my discovery of - listening to music.

Listening to music relaxes me and puts me into a trance. And then the words come into my head. So that's what I do. It might be a shorter writing piece than it otherwise would have been if a heap of aggravation hadn't been dumped on me by certain people as it always is. But it's a solution. 

One song I've been listening to lately:

https://youtu.be/PSyL-TrD_2g?si=kUBvCyyckiP12_Gw

Shane McGowan was such an amazing poet in his lyrics. "You're the measure of my dreams" - how amazing. 

I love Irish music. My family is seeped in it. 

I love this: https://youtu.be/DvhJQcbwTwo?si=5YFYBxknoYg2pqrr

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