Songwriters and fiction writers both live in fantasy worlds. Since I’m from both camps, having written and released songs, as well as written fiction novels, I can safely say that “we” (fiction writers and songwriters) live in this fantasy world of vivid imagination as our words spill out onto paper or into Word, whether we’re telling a tale of past loves through our lyrics or painting a picture of creatures from the world of faerie in an epic novel. So, yes, I do believe that songwriter’s and fiction writer’s brains are wired the same-we dive deep into the creative mindset.
I only bring this up in this blog now because I’ve been asked about my process for writing such passionate lyrics on songs like LISA and CASUAL SUICIDE. You see, I don’t follow the norm of rhyming every line or repeating, “baby, baby, baby, dance, dance, dance” thirteen times in a row. I tend to go deeper. As I pondered upon my process, I realized that my creative mindset is pretty much the same, whether I am writing lyrics for the latest Vendera& Stith song or producing a book like The Crisis Artifact for 711press.com. I seek ways to make words fall upon the listener’s or readers eyes and ears like drops of honey upon the tongue. I must admit, I wasn’t always as poetic as I am now. It took years to find my rhythm. Even my first book, Raise Your Voice now reads to me like a train wreck. Still, I know RYV is solid information, if I’d just started writing it today, it would read much different.
So, the purpose of this quick blog is to say to you, both songwriter and author alike, “find your rhythm and flow and your own voice through your own words. Don’t settle for standard, always strive for improvement. Above all, keep writing!”
Before ending, I’d like to leave you with samples of my lyric writing and fiction book producing. got to http://711press.com/free-ebook/ to download and enjoy our book, The Crisis Artifact for free. As for lyrics, please listen to the following two songs as you also read the lyrics so you can understand how my vocal flow enables me to forgo to typical rhyming pattern from line to line. (Click on the song titles to load the songs):
I can't take the silence, do with me what you will I can't claim her innocence or face the coming storm Welling up with anger as I'm crying out at God If religion is the answer, then save me from myself I feel as if I'm drowning as I'm sounding out these words I'll meet you on the other side And I'll count my days for the rest of my life, Lisa In helpless desperation I search for truth in lies This facade that I am wearing is such a poor disguise Reckless and confused I'm dying day by day Try to embrace seclusion to chase the storm away I scream while my heart's pounding as I'm calling out her name I'll meet you on the other side And I'll count my days for the rest of my life, Lisa I know she's gone, I pray to God To let her heart still beat inside of me to revive me once again I bare my scars upon my soul A crown of burden I wear to remind me she might find me once again Oh, I need her now I'll meet you on the other side And I'll count my days for the rest of my life, Lisa I feel as if I'm drowning
I hate to look inside myself, too many years of guilt and pain I'm so afraid of what I'll find, knowing my sins are mine alone to claim And so I'll stare into the sun, my eyes blinded by what I've become My reflection distorted by this lifeless haze, and so I pray for better (days) Days go by, I cannot find the pieces I want to leave behind When I die will I have lived? Will I have loved? Will I have lost? Or am I just a hopeless soul, a casual---a casual suicide My days are numbered and I fear my every choice will end the same So suffocated by these ghosts that haunt my past as well they curse my name Self consumed by starless skies, my thoughts play tricks they whisper lies Alone I stand before myself to face my fears, so many nights fade into (years) Years go by, I cannot find the pieces I want to leave behind When I die will I have lived? Will I have loved? Will I have lost? Or am I just a hopeless soul, a casual---a casual suicide Time goes by, I cannot find the pieces I want to leave behind When I die will I have lived? Will I have loved? Will I have lost? Or am I just another hopeless soul---a casual suicide