In my defense, I’ve been busy creating! I’m now on YouTube publishing visual audiobooks, which are fun to make. But that’s not the point of this post.
I’ve been revisting my main story, a series I’ve been developing since I was eight (18 years ago! whoo-wee). After some good time away focusing on music-based short stories and random oneshots, I’ve dived headfirst into the world of Grazing the Sky and fallen in love once again with the characters, concepts, and general vibe.
I have a master playlist for GtS. Over 600 songs complied over ten years. A lot of it is stuff I listened to in middle school: 10 Years, early Three Days Grace (Saint Asonia 2, anyone???), Rise Against. This last band is incorporated into the first book of Grazing. The main character, Lance, wears a RA hoodie for a good portion of the book and cites the band as one of his main influences for his own music.
If my fingertips and brain are up for it, I’ll set my playlist on shuffle and produce one post a day for a week, talking about various songs and how they relate to each story.
So cheers, and let’s see how much we can discuss. On shuffle, of course.
Time out, let’s stop and think this through, We’ve all got better things to do, A talk in circles run in place, Answers inches from our face.”
– Behind Closed Doors, Rise Against
If I had to pick, my favorite thing about writing is this:
I love putting characters in situations they don’t understand. Whether it’s a visit from someone that comes from another dimension (Grazing the Sky) or a strange power that breaks the laws of Alchemy (Leave A Scar), there’s something just so fun about watching characters try and wrap their head around something they don’t quite have full understanding of.
For example, take this scene from my FMA fic, Leave A Scar:
The hotel room was quiet, the hands of a clock filling the silence.
I remained reading, sitting on the couch with both legs tucked underneath myself. Uncomfortable, especially for a long period of time, but the pain building from the position made me focus a little harder. Balancing the selfishness with the weak attempt at help I was offering both of them.
At the opposite side, Ed lounging on the couch, one leg hanging off the seat’s edge, the other stretched out. His socked foot was relatively close to the leg nearest to him, my right one. I felt nervous about this; did he want us to touch? No probably not. Not with Al so close, but why would he be lounging like this if he didn’t want us to be close? Just enough to act casual? Like there was nothing between us? Was there anything between us?
Al suddenly spoke, and I nearly jumped out of my skin. I clenched the book in my hands a little harder, feeling Ed’s stare go to me. Around us, Al’s voice rang out.
“I… I just felt something?”
Ed sat up. “What?! What’re you talking about, you felt something?”
Al stared down at the paper on the table. “I… I don’t know. I just felt… An emotion, I think.”
I searched his face, his paper. “What… What were you doing, when you felt it?”
“I… I was just writing a letter to May,” he responded. He bowed his head a little, becoming embarrassed. The hand holding the pencil tightened a little bit. “I was just telling her how much I love her.”
Ed was already trying to figure this out. He picked his other foot off from the floor, pulling both legs in to a loose sitting position, fanning out slightly. Face concentrated, searching the line in between the cushions like the answers were in between the darkness in the crack.
“You remember that idea I had,” he began quietly, “about your body getting human experiences?”
Al nodded, hesitant. “Y-yeah.”
“Maybe… That one was powerful enough for you to feel it.”
Al looked back down to his paper. “M… Maybe… Why would it only work now, though? We’ve been writing that for months now.”
Ed looked away, down to the floor, away from me. Still concentrated. Still trying to figure this out.
“I’m not sure, Al,” he replied. “Whatever it is, we should keep our eye on it.”
So keep running around circles, my lovelies. You’ll bump into something eventually 😉