Crossing the demesne of dreams and fears.
Writing tonight. Had to take a little break as things were getting too intense. I get like this sometimes, just so buried in the words, in the story, that I get lost to the real world. I looked up and the sky was black and the room was cold. The day had slipped away into a void of story and creation.
What stopped me this last time was the end of my current music playlist. I was lost in the quiet for a while, confused, then found my way home once more.
I got up, stretched, walked around the house and got a drink. Then I came back here and tried to get going again. Only I couldn’t find the words. There was something missing. I needed the music to start again so I could cross that threshold back to my mythic world. It’s like an addiction, that place. Full of demons and angels, narwhals and unicorns. All of my secrets are buried there, my hopes and my dreams and especially my fears. There is a blackness there that takes my breath away, but it is part of the whole. I could no more give it up than I could give up love or breathing. And the soundtrack is the way back, the way inside.
So I flipped through my music, lost in in the silence. Nothing was making sense, then this song came to me. I needed this voice, these words.
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Comments
cherylFebruary/18th/2012 9:54 pm
Wow, cuz. Couldn’t say it better myself. I have fear, though. Stops me dead in my tracks.
cherylFebruary/18th/2012 9:56 pm
btw, my favorite remake of ALL time! I didn’t have an opinion of Johnny Cash until that song. Now, he’s the best ever!
Shanna GermainFebruary/18th/2012 9:59 pm
This is one of my favorite writing songs — I have a playlist called Calling the Demons. It’s for those moments when I need to get back into the writing space, but am struggling with Feargonauts or any number of other creatures that eat my brain.
DaleFebruary/18th/2012 10:05 pm
Music really can open and reopen the gates of creativity, as your story shows so well. And the man in black’s cover of this song is so powerful, it could move a mountain’s worth of resistance. Glad to hear it worked so well for you! I’m doubly glad because I’m very much looking forward to reading this book!
How SteinFebruary/18th/2012 10:25 pm
A great reminder that it all comes down to this….
We are here to do what we choose to do.
Jim Van PeltFebruary/20th/2012 2:05 pm
I know that “buried in the story” feeling. I was working on a story a few years ago while my middle-school-aged son was practicing basketball in the gym. I was in the parking lot, in the van, writing on my laptop. While I was typing, it started to snow, but I didn’t notice. When I finally looked up, the interior of the van looked completely different. The snow had coated all the windows and was reflecting back the light from my laptop. It was ethereal and weird, and very, very cool.