I thought I’d share a look into one area of inspiration for my stories – music. This song spurred a short story. The Eagles are my favorite band, with the One of These Nights album at the top of the list. However, I found myself immersed in the lyrics of The Long Run album where I found King of Hollywood. I listened over and over again, the song speaking to my creative senses. A story developed in my head and The Broker was born.
I’ve had one other story that emerged from the lyrics of a song. The Lady of Fulton Meadows grew from the depths of Metallica’s Until It Sleeps.
Music has been an integral part of my life. It feeds the wellspring of my emotions. I ride its melodies, embracing the stories and melodic tunes. From rock to religious and classical too, music is a part of me and speaks to my soul. From its depths is often born creativity, imagination, and so much more
What inspires you? What speaks to your soul?
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Yours truly, Alan.
I’m so far behind. February is a short month, which adds pressure to my writing schedule. I have to load a story for my Patreon subscribers, who pay monthly to read my stories. Yet here I am, in crunch time, trying to write a story.
I have not been able to sit down and write consistently all month. I’ve had things that have dominated my mornings. Meanwhile, I wanted to submit a flash fiction to my local writing chapter’s Medium publication due March 1st. Here I am without that as well.
I’ve put too much pressure on myself as a writer. I need to slow it down. I am knee deep in my new story for Patreon that I hope to submit tomorrow. I love writing, this is not a chore for me. However, it’s so hard when life comes at you.
Poetry has become a cathartic exercise for me as well and I won’t stop that. It really does help clear my mind. And then there’s the non-creative stuff, health for my body. I’ve hit the gym a lot lately too. It’s been a big time release to hit the weights. Allows me to let out some aggression (those poor weights have been abused, ha!). Oh, it helps to be down nearly 20 pounds since before Christmas.
Anyway, this is me just rambling. Thank you all for reading what I have to say and the stories on my brain.
Much love, my friends.
What is this madness?
My mind wanders like a nomad aimlessly across a barren desert.
My Soul weighs heavy with longing.
The words lay deep under a thick layer of fog.
I would speak,
But numbness binds my tongue.
I open my mouth,
Yet no sound reaches my lips.
I produce a pen,
But no ink blotches the pages.
I type and type,
Yet the pages remain blank.
My mind is engulfed in an abyss of nothingness.
It knows no sadness,
It feels no happiness.
The hours pass,
Time mocks my plight
Hour by hour, day by day.
If only I could express what lies deep within
Write the stories that clutter my mind
Yet all that comes forth is hollow
All I have is madness…
The madness within.