This is a Facebook post I wrote pretty late on August 17th:
Just one more thing and then I'm out. I've got another story going on recently and this afternoon I wrote a scene where the female character watched the male character onstage playing with a local rock band.
Some of you know me and know when I'm watching musicians doing their thing, I'm ALL IN. I'm watching their fingers, I'm watching their feet, the strings, the sticks, the pedals. I'm totally immersed with the goofiest grin on my face anyone could ever have. And if you've ever been to a show with me you know that's no exaggeration. Hahahaha!
Kinda like this:
So today, I'm writing this scene and I catch myself grinning this exact same goofy grin. IT'S FICTION!! Completely made up and yet I'm goofy, watching it play out in my head.
Well, I thought it was pretty interesting and one of these days, I hope you'll get a chance to make up your own mind about wh...
The week went quickly. I spent my days in recording sessions and Cait’s were spent in legal wrangling. She’d somehow found time to have her hair and nails done, and she wore a bit of mascara and blush. She often felt down when we met for dinner—always in the hotel—but since my days were far less grim, I could make her laugh before the meal was over.
Besides the Empire State Building, I showed her the Statue of Liberty and the World Trade Center Memorial. I took her to museums and galleries. She enjoyed the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens and one evening, we had daylight enough to see Central Park. Every night ended at the Velvet Room.
Too soon, it was time for her to leave.
I exited the lift in time to see her checking out at the desk. Crossing the lobby, I stood behind her as she finished with the clerk.
“I hope you’ll come back to stay with us again, Ms. Flynn. We’ve enjoyed serving you.”
This is my young guitarist friend, Sean Ashe, about whom I cannot say enough nice things. This song, Hemisphere, is his second release. His first is called Luminescence and will, as its name may imply, simply bring light into your day. Please check out his website: http://www.seanashemusic.com. He is currently working on his first album. I'm so looking forward to it.
The song is an example of the type of music my character, Nicholas Trent, plays on his solo outings. He's happy to play in a full band accompanying a singer, but this . . . this is the music of his heart. The music in which he can lose himself.
In other posts, with future chapter releases, I'll post videos of other guitarists--and bands-- who inspire me and my writing. Of course Joe Satriani and Eric Johnson will be well represented, as they were the first two guitarists to make me aware of the term "shredder." I hope you will enjoy them as much as I do.
I straightened my signature Union Jack tie for the night’s performance and stared at the stranger in the hotel mirror. I didn’t know who I was anymore. Sure, according to PlecMag, I was “British guitar legend, Nicholas Trent,” an independent shred-rock guitarist of some renown, sought after by major rock singers such as my fellow Englishman Billy Farmer. I was currently recording and touring with another British mate, Taylor Grande. I ran my fingers through my collar-length, brown . . . well, greying brown hair. My eyes had faded more to the colour of washed out denim, no longer the aquamarine of my youth, although they still were fringed with thick lashes. I lifted my cheeks with both hands in a mock facelift. When did I get so old?
I shook off the thought with a lopsided grin and a shrug, stood...
Man, have I got a lot to learn! It's comical, I swear. If all an author had to do was write, there would be way more books out there. This website building was meant for more analytical souls than I, and more tech-savvy, that's for sure. Will I ever get it? That's not so certain. All I can do is laugh at myself or else I'll cry. Hahaha!!
So I drench my doubt in caffeinated iced tea and soldier on. Facebook friends post affirmations that convince me I can do this, I just need to put in the work. The time. Get the hell off Facebook, right? Today is one of the good days regardless of my website-building learning curve.
And I am making progress with the latest draft of The Guitarist. I have cut another five thousand words and five characters from the manuscript which seems miniscule, considering I should cut another eight thousand words to make it a standard "first-novel length." But the first draft was one-hundred, forty-nine thousand words...
The other one is http://may2014ridingthemusic.blogspot.com. In that one, I have posted chapters of my book, The Guitarist. At this point those chapters are drafts. They resemble the book as it exists today, but many changes have occurred, and many more will follow. Check it out.
I want to start by thanking my young guitarist friend, Sean Ashe of the Chicago area, for the name of my contemporary fiction series, Tools of Tone. He used the term in a Facebook post and I to...