Music is written

My take-away from my writing class today is that detail is more than the descriptive elements in a story. Such as the colors and the things your senses can feel. What is great about details is descriptions like that, aren't necessary. Sometimes it is equally necessary to get into someone's head or to overhear a conversation. When an author uses details, it is not meant to add color or add vivacious words but to add a depthness to a character that otherwise wouldn't be known. This way the character is an individual.

In some ways, music is taking the opposite approach lately. They try to make songs that relate to everyone. In stories, you want to make that person and give them their own identity. (Though I suppose as a musical artist you want to give your song its own identity.)

Where works

Best and worst place to write:

She sat there on the couch curled up with a glass of tea next to her and nobody was home. Her internet had gone out an hour ago as she sat in the silence completely undisturbed. She pulled out her notebook from next to the crackling fireplace and wrote. She wrote about another world similar to ours but yet so different. Then she wrote for hours as the thoughts flowed out of her inner mind and grasped at the truth within her own heart.

It seemed like everywhere she turned added on another job for her day. The laundry never ended, the dishes had piled up and her toddler, Nick, had another sleepless night. As he cried in his crib, as she placed him down for a nap, she grabbed for her notebook. The pages had been ripped out by grimy, sauce-drenched fingers. She tried to drowned out the shrills as she got transformed into a world full of palm trees, fruity drinks and a handsome man with perfect, auburn hair.

Follow the echoes

I need to start carrying a notebook with me so when I have a few minutes I can write. For instance during my lunch break at school or in my car.

I also have been delving into music a bit more lately. I notice that some lyrics can spur me to write so I am hoping some of the new bands I am listening to can do the same for me.

"When it's all said and done I'll follow the echoes"

There she was walking down the same alley she did every night her bar closed. She found peace in the middle of the night when the animals lerked and the people slept. She could listen to her own thoughts and get some variation of memories and fantasy that would play out in her head like a movie.
As she walked under the ghostly yellow lights, she searched for her keys in her purse. That's when she heard the Earth shattering scream. No lights turned on, no animals screeched back. It was as if it didn't happen at all. But Allison knew better. She could still hear the echo in her mind and she followed her thoughts like breadcrumbs trying to recognize what happened and find a way to help.

But the streets remained empty and the sound disappeared into the dark. The light ahead of her went out and a giant of a man walked out from the darkness.

That's when she realized that the scream was hers all along and no one would follow the breadcrumbs of forgotten thoughts.