Bone-rattling drums vibrating through your chest, the scream of
an electric guitar sending sweet melodies along the air waves, a crisp raw voice
cutting through the dark of the night, Is there anything more magical than
experiencing your favorite rock anthem?
I’ve always thought of music as pure emotion. A story played out through melodies and lyrics
to create an audio version of exactly what a person in that situation would be
feeling. Fast hardcore chords mimic frustration and anger while slow soft
melodies imitate love and sometimes heartbreak. Music expresses the human soul
in a unique way, just like a book can.
When I started my journey as a writer, I combined my passion for
music as well as my love of romance to create Blissful Tragedy. I was never the
girl who wanted to ride off into the sunset on a white horse with Prince
Charming. I was the girl who wanted to hop on the tour bus and ride off with a
hot rock God that everyone wanted, but was all mine. What better way to start a
story than with your own personal fantasy? I sat down with my laptop, fired up
my IPod, and placed my ear buds in my ears. I was ready to snag my rock
God.
As I plotted out my story I thought about my favorite songs, the
stories that I can’t get enough of and can listen to over and over again. What
would it be like to be in one of those songs? Would capturing the heart of my
hot, sexy, rock God be everything I thought it would? I sank back into my couch,
closed my eyes, and drifted off into the fantasy music world. As my mind
experienced the adventure, the storyline for Blissful Tragedy played out like a
movie in my head. I took a deep breath, opened my eyes, and began to
type.
Every night I couldn’t wait to submerge myself back into my
fantasy rock world. I repeated the same process night after night, writing while
gathering inspiration from my favorite tunes. I needed some new material, so I
rummaged through the shelves of my closet and checked out the inventory. I’ve
gathered quite a collection of cd’s, records, and cassette tapes over the years.
I pulled out the oldies but goodies and played a variety of different tracks,
some happy and some sad but all of them creating new emotional adventures for
Lexie and Van. As the music flowed through me and onto the pages, I thought
about my fairytale. Is there always a happily ever after or do real fairytales
contain some type of tragic force that just won’t let life be perfect, a
blissful tragedy.
an electric guitar sending sweet melodies along the air waves, a crisp raw voice
cutting through the dark of the night, Is there anything more magical than
experiencing your favorite rock anthem?
I’ve always thought of music as pure emotion. A story played out through melodies and lyrics
to create an audio version of exactly what a person in that situation would be
feeling. Fast hardcore chords mimic frustration and anger while slow soft
melodies imitate love and sometimes heartbreak. Music expresses the human soul
in a unique way, just like a book can.
When I started my journey as a writer, I combined my passion for
music as well as my love of romance to create Blissful Tragedy. I was never the
girl who wanted to ride off into the sunset on a white horse with Prince
Charming. I was the girl who wanted to hop on the tour bus and ride off with a
hot rock God that everyone wanted, but was all mine. What better way to start a
story than with your own personal fantasy? I sat down with my laptop, fired up
my IPod, and placed my ear buds in my ears. I was ready to snag my rock
God.
As I plotted out my story I thought about my favorite songs, the
stories that I can’t get enough of and can listen to over and over again. What
would it be like to be in one of those songs? Would capturing the heart of my
hot, sexy, rock God be everything I thought it would? I sank back into my couch,
closed my eyes, and drifted off into the fantasy music world. As my mind
experienced the adventure, the storyline for Blissful Tragedy played out like a
movie in my head. I took a deep breath, opened my eyes, and began to
type.
Every night I couldn’t wait to submerge myself back into my
fantasy rock world. I repeated the same process night after night, writing while
gathering inspiration from my favorite tunes. I needed some new material, so I
rummaged through the shelves of my closet and checked out the inventory. I’ve
gathered quite a collection of cd’s, records, and cassette tapes over the years.
I pulled out the oldies but goodies and played a variety of different tracks,
some happy and some sad but all of them creating new emotional adventures for
Lexie and Van. As the music flowed through me and onto the pages, I thought
about my fairytale. Is there always a happily ever after or do real fairytales
contain some type of tragic force that just won’t let life be perfect, a
blissful tragedy.
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