Somehow, it’s the last day of February, and I have no clue how this happened. I made a prediction this month would be pretty productive.
Yeah, it wasn’t.
I guess I should say, I wasn’t. It’s not February’s fault. I can’t blame it for being short. I can’t blame its confusing one-day-summer, one-day-winter weather.
I could blame Netflix. And I will. I was binge-watching Friday Night Lights and Bates Motel. It’s the whole Netflix trap, that little countdown that takes you right into the next episode. The seconds tick by and I’m trying to decide if I should go do something or watch the next episode. By the time I’ve decided, the next one has already started and it doesn’t seem right to turn it off. Netflix knows what’s up. Sly devils.
Lily and I both love romantic comedies. The main difference to note right up front, however, is that I know it’s just a movie. Lily sees a sort of reality in these movies and even wants to live in one. She wants to fall for the leading man–or change someone into a leading man. Sorry, Tyler.
For the most part, romantic comedies are all the same: boy meets girl, they fall in love, the end. It’s a formula. I think that’s part of the appeal.
I started writing I’m Only Me in 2011. I am forcing myself to give the manuscript ONE last pass* as I’m preparing to send it to agents. With that in mind, the first fifty pages are finished. As in I will NOT go back and read them.
And I can’t properly articulate the emotions I’m feeling. I know it’s cheesy, but these characters are more than dialogue and description on a page. They feel more real to me than actual people. I’d even go as far as to say they’re like friends. Wow, cheese! Get me some nachos.
The next song on my soundtrack is “Over and Over” from one of my favorite bands, Three Days Grace.
Why this song? Here’s the thing. This seems like a love song, right? Well…
A few days ago, I read a comment on something I’d written and posted over in my writing community. To paraphrase, she said she likes reading about normal people.
There’s nothing wrong with superheroes (Uh, Thor, anyone?) and dragons and talking dogs, but I don’t like reading about them. Watch a movie about them? Sure. Maybe I’m just narrow-minded, but I think there’s more to it.
When I read, I want to identify with the main character. I want to feel her struggles and maybe even say, “I know, right?” or “Me too!” It’s possible you can relate to Thor in some respects, but it’s not quite the same, you know?
OMG, I am so honored to be doing this, you have no idea! I wrote some notes so that I wouldn’t just ramble on and on. (I read Tyler’s post. What was that? He has the best hair ever, but his brain is beyond bizarre. God love him.)
Let’s get started!
When I found out I was allowed to post videos, I knew exactly which one I wanted. Are you ready for this? It’s the music video for “What is Love” by Haddaway! OMG, it’s the best song ever! This has been my favorite song since for-ev-er. There was that stupid SNL skit where those guys bob their heads and it made this song into a joke. Like excuse me? Don’t diss Haddaway. OK, let’s watch!
OMG, I can’t even. It’s a perfect mix of chest and vest! Can you say, yum???
I know I’m late to the party, but text to speech is awesome.
I first discovered my computer could do this around three years ago, and you’d think I’d discovered the meaning of life. It was just so amazing to me to hear something I wrote read back to me, even though it sounded robotic. It was like my very own audiobook! I do read my stuff aloud, which I highly recommend you do, but hearing it read by someone else is a great way to distance yourself from your work. And a bonus way to catch mistakes!
I was so amazed by this, in fact, that I wrote it into my novel. When Lily is typing and has writer’s block, she kills time with text to speech.
Anyway, my computer is a bit glitchy lately with this process, only reading one paragraph at a time unless I do this one thing and another thing…it’s a long story, so I turned to the internet. Behold: Text to Speech Reader!
I’m starting to realize this will have to be a short series. Many of the songs in my playlist are spoilers. I think. Right? I mean, if you were reading a book about football and you were told “We Are the Champions” is on the soundtrack, you’d most likely assume they win the championship, or final, or whatever. I don’t get sports.
Anyway. For this installment, I’m sharing what I consider my novel’s theme song, “Sweet Disposition” by The Temper Trap. You’ve probably heard it on a commercial for something or other.
I’ve been nominated for the One Lovely Blog Award by Dawn Husted. Thank you, Dawn! I “met” Dawn through Twitter when we were both pitching our novels during #PitMad. 🙂 Be sure to check out her site! You can also find her on Twitter.
7 Things About Me (not in my bio):
Hey. Tyler here. So I was asked to write a blog. Not sure what a blog is, but I’ll do my best. Thought I’d talk about my music idol, the man, Bob Dylan. The greatest songwriter of all time. No debate necessary. Dylan helped me through some trying times. His lyrics are pure poetry, man. Totally deserved that noble prize. Best way to get into Dylan for those who aren’t is to start with his more commercial songs. It seems my favorite Dylan song has already been posted, so enjoy this one instead:
Don’t know if I linked all that right. Not much into this sort of technology, online journals, or whatever this thing is. I’m on my phone a lot, but I swear I’m not on Facebook or Twitter. Not taking pictures of my lunch for some pathetic reason. And dear god, I’m not about to talk politics with strangers on a screen, you know?
Back to Dylan. I like being me. Comfortable in my own skin and all that. But if I could be another person, I’d pick Dylan. Life doesn’t get any better than sitting on the train tracks with Dylan singing in your ears. Think I’ll go do that when I’m done with this. Been a few days since I’ve been out there…
Speaking of that, find that thing, whatever it is. That thing that makes you feel alive. Makes you want to get out of bed. Find that thing and do it. Don’t let go. Screw anyone who tries to stop you. Best advice I can give you.