When I first started writing, I listened to music, mostly to drown out the background noise of my husband watching football, and my two year-old singing loudly on her karaoke machine. (maybe that’s where my talent gene went!) As the process of writing developed, I discovered the music was feeding my fuel to create. My first novel, Castle of Glass, (then titled Surrender), was written mostly to the music of Thriving Ivory. They were a little known group from the West Coast music scene. (nowhere near the sweltering summer of Georgia) I don’t know why their music captivated me, but I would try to write to other bands that I loved more, but I kept coming back to them. As writers you constantly hear of this “MUSE” person, place, or thing. I guess Thriving Ivory was my MUSE.
I got to see them live in Atlanta, not long after I finished my book. It was such a great experience. Their songs meant something different to me. As I enjoyed their overly talented performance, I was seeing my book come to life. This was the soundtrack to my first novel. What an awesome experience!
Sidenote: The title of this post comes from one of my favorite songs, Southern Cross, by Crosby, Stills, and Nash. Music was obviously their soul. Much like when you begin to write, it becomes a part of you. A part that once stirred, can never be quieted.