Tag: Music

The thing is, I’m a night owl. This doesn’t fit well with my day job. I should be asleep right now. My weekend was short due to an event & such. So then when I finally have time to write – I don’t want to stop. It’s 11:48 and I have things to say and do for this new novel of mine. But my alarm clock will go off in the morning, whether or not I want it to.

Not all that long ago, I expected to enter a contest with a literary agency, using my novel A Thousand Years. I’ve changed my mind, dudes. I am going to use a newly re-started novel. But the problem is, I hate the idea of putting together a book proposal for a book that is just a tiny babe. So every second this weekend I couldn’t be writing, I’ve wanted to be writing. Boy is that a good feeling.

You can find the opening lines, here. You can find the totally weird playlist I’m using, here . . .

This is a super random mix of music. It’s what I was listening to on the beaches of Southern California (usually Huntington Beach) growing up, Carolina Beach music, and other beachy stuff – including some country music. Spotify usually suggests songs to add to your playlists (at the very end of your playlist). A few different times as I’ve added songs, Spotify has sputtered a little with suggestions. Hahahaha. I got a kick out of this. The playlist is as random as I am. Weezer circa 2001 – to classic rock from the 70s, U2, The World Famous KROQ (I miss those days in many ways), hits from the 80s & 90s, and a bunch of other of stuff.

Here’s my inspiration board on Pinterest:

In other news, I can’t write without music. I cannot. I know others who have to have total silence. I can’t fathom this. Nor can I imagine writing a scene and not turning to the vast interwebs for remembering things long since forgotten. For instance, no matter how many summers I spent at Huntington Beach and Newport – sometimes I need a little refresher. I try not to let myself get bogged down and distracted on little bunny trails and research. But it happens sometimes. For instance . . . Mr. Zoog’s Sex Wax. THAT is what the beaches of SoCal smell like. I had forgotten about this little thing until I started writing this evening. I just found out they have air fresheners. Dude. I’m buying some for my car. By the way, in case you don’t know, surfboard wax (like Mr. Zoog’s Sex Wax), is used to increase grip, traction, etc. It’s applied to a clean board. With friends that were surfers, throughout my teen years in particular, the surfboard wax (they all used Mr. Zoog’s) co-mingled with our sunscreen and tanning oil. Really, that’s a SoCal beach to me. Such great memories!

Anywho . . . it’s now 12:30 and I’m remembering all sorts of fun things like being at the US Open of Surfing in Huntington or camping along the fine dirt cliffs of San Clemente. So fun. When this novel is finished, I am certain it will be a favorite.