Sunday morning in Seattle, sunny and cool (42 F) and I’m gearing up to write ’til my fingers start to lose all feeling.  This is necessary because I was awful and ADHD and easily seduced by all the fluff in the blogosphere yesterday.  After writing away for almost 2000 words, I thought I’d take a breather…notice, not a ‘break’…post what I had and allow myself a little Mudflats time, check my own rickety stats and visit a few other sites along the way…familiar ones like A Day in the Life and Seattle Daily Photo, and newly discovered ones like writer’s flow and Slutty McWhore.  Long story short…I didn’t get back to my story at all, even though I stayed up until 1:00 am with my cyber-crack-pipe.

*sigh*

SO. Thinking over my next move…I mean my characters next move, of course…I was deliberating on what he or she (there are two of them, you may know…if you have read any of what I’ve posted here) might be up to next.  What sets the tone, what determines what point of view will be unfolding on the page today?  Well, nothing will happen, I tell myself, if I do not get any coffee in me!

So, first order of business:  get coffee, a large one. Check!

THEN. There is this gawd-awful Anberlin song in my head and it’s been there for what seems likes days.  I don’t know if it’s because I’m older than their average fan base, that I just don’t listen to any Clear Channel Broadcasting (ie, crap radio) or because I still subscribe to the Goth/Industrial/PunkRock ethic, but I didn’t even know who Anberlin was until very recently.  Wait, no.  I STILL  don’t really know who they are…I just know that this song in my head is them because it’s on a stupid game on my iPhone.  I think in reality the song has only been in my head since last night…but it was playing throughout my dreams all night so I think I can safely say that, yes, it has been in my head for days and daysYou know how dream time is compressed and you can dream for what seems like many days going by and then the telephone wakes you up and it’s only been, like…40 minutes?  F**k…hate that.  Makes me feel like I’m losing my mind!  Not to mention it’s very exhausting, all that running around in the dream etc.

So, next order:  get rid of this crap in my head.  How?  Well, by replacing it with something else, of course!  And what better to put in my head than something that my character(s) would be listening to…you know…get inside their head.  Right on.  I know just the thing to push that puss-ass Anberlin piece-of-crap out my ass…Neurosis, Sepultura, Napalm Death.

Well, guess that solves that question too…from who’s point of view do I write the next section?  Such music really only perfectly fits of of my two main characters…

Okay.  All set.  Have drugs (caffeine).  Have loud heavy, bass-driven, drum-candy riot music that makes me wish I had dreadlocks to shake morosely at the floor in front of my feet while I rock back and forth on my heels and toes.  No thrashy big movments…just feeel the music, feeel the floor rumble…absorb the energy.

And spew it out into words on the page…

RRRAAAWWHH!

Ā© 2008 D. Kessler

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