Bitten by a Martian Spider
Ever had one of those days when you had a song stuck in your head?
I really wish it was as simple as just having a song stuck in there... instead, David Bowie, Pete Steele, Rozz Williams, and Bruce Dickinson are competing in a Pitch Perfect style Riff Off.
Did your eyes cross? Imagine how my brain feels.
Each one presents a song with images that would make for an amazing story, but just as I get to the point I think I know what I could write, the next story takes over.
I really want to allow myself more freedom to work, and I want writing to be fun again, but this is ridiculous. I don't know when I put my business hat back on, but I need to take it off and burn it.
I need to let myself love the fiction, and stop trying to force myself to "do the right thing for the business." The right thing is for me to be a fan of my own fiction. I don't know why I keep forgetting that.
It is almost like every time something makes me happy, an alarm goes off and tells me to stop. I would laugh if it wasn't for the frustration.
Roadrunner United's Roads just came on my Slacker Radio.
“A soaring hope is reeling in my head
I can’t remember this
But it must be what I miss
Suddenly I find I’m standing still
Staring at the ground
Waiting for your sound”
That's it. That is the feeling exactly. I am not waiting for inspiration, I am looking for the perfect sound. The tones that work together just right. A killer riff that will drive forward. I am looking for a "fresh sound for the new album" as it were...
Maybe there is a way to bring harmony to the cacophony, but I don't see it quite yet.