writing meme: days 7, 8, & 9

7. Do you listen to music while you write? What kind?

Are there any songs you like to relate/apply to your characters? I’m a hard rock, heavy metal, alternative, grunge, post-grunge type gal. I’ll listen to almost anything.

Right now, while I’ve been working on Midnight’s Heir, I have a 2003-2005 playlist that I’ve created that I listen to. I keep it low in the background, though, or I catch myself singing along – it’s difficult to write and sing along; I just can’t do it. Someone on Twitter, I believe it was, the other day said she has to cut out the music when she catches herself typing the lyrics. Oops!

Songs that I relate to my characters? Well, when I listen to Staind, I think of Destiny; that seems like her kind of music. I have a playlist I created of 1950s and 1960s songs just for Laurel and Michael; most of it is pretty bittersweet and some of it makes me cry. Shinedown’s .45 makes me think of Sami and Michael; he should have taken that box down from the shelf a long time before he did.

I love music. I’d be completely lost in life without music. Without music, I couldn’t breathe.

8. What’s your favorite genre to write? To read?

Science fiction is my favorite genre. I’ve read more science fiction than anything else. I’ve tried to write it, but I just can’t get into it as well as I can anything else. I wasn’t very sure what genre I wrote in until I got serious about looking for an agent and publisher several years ago. It took several months but I finally settled on paranormal / gothic. It’s somewhere on the fence between the two, in my opinion. Honestly, I’m not sure where my writing genre lies. Perhaps someone more enlightened than I am will come along, read the books, and will let me know.

9. How do you get ideas for your characters? Describe the process of creating them.

I think I’ll focus on Michael with this one.

I like to tell people, “Michael sprang to life whole cloth.” That’s not entirely true – but what ever is? Michael came about because Sami needed a mentor, someone she could rely on who wasn’t either Jeremy or Steve, someone she could lean on and trust. The problem with Michael was that he ended up being a bigger asshole than either of them and treated her just as poorly – if not more so, given the way his storyline turned out.

Michael’s looks and the gracious, graceful, playful, happy side of his demeanor, and his name, came from a man I met here in Lexington in the Spring of 1996. His name was Michael. Granted, Michael Devon is quite taller than “my Michael”, has longer, straighter hair, and isn’t as jaded or as big of an asshole.

I’m fairly certain I saw him on Richmond Road a couple of years ago. Unfortunately I was stuck inside a car, a passenger, and couldn’t very well scream, “OMG STOP! STOP!” Well, I could have, but I didn’t want to scare my in-laws. :sigh: I never knew his last name, so I’m unable to search for him in anyway except with my eyes. This makes me incredibly sad at times.