Please welcome my guest blogger, Shelly Bell, as she talks about:
The Day the Music Died
Music is part of my soul. When I was younger, my head was always full of music. No matter what I was doing, I had some song playing in my mind. I’m not the only one. In college, my friend admitted that he too had a soundtrack playing silently throughout his life. It’s probably no coincidence that the two of us are artists. While we both sang and acted in our youth, he’s now a graphic artist and illustrator, and I’m a writer.
I haven’t asked him if he still hears music. I’m guessing he does. Sadly, the music in my head died about a decade ago and I don’t know why. All I know is that I miss it sometimes.
In high school, I was part of the theater and choir crowd. Although I listened to rock and pop, I really loved musical theater. Phantom of the Opera and Les Miserable were the popular shows at the time. I knew all the words, and my friends and I would act out parts of the musicals. In fact, we did this even before we’d ever seen the show. The music and lyrics of the shows filled us with emotion and longing we didn’t understand, but needed to portray. I felt the characters’ emotion through the artist’s voice.
Every once in a while, I turn on my favorite musicals in my car and sing my heart out. However, it’s more common these days for me to listen to music and visualize my own characters. Every main character in my books has their own soundtrack. In A Year to Remember, it was mostly Abba music for Sara and Sara Bareilles for Missy. Now that I’m writing an edgier, grittier paranormal, the music is darker with lyrics about loss and
faithlessness. All except the soundtrack for the bad guy, who’s obsessed with Mozart.
I can’t always write to music because it’s distracting. But I do listen to get in the mood. Instead of music, my head is now filled with the voices of my characters and scenes from their lives. I’m not sure why the music died in my head. Perhaps I needed to make room for all of my characters. I’ll always be grateful to music and its’ creators for providing me with an art which touches my soul and inspires me to write.
Shelly received her Bachelors of Arts in Social Work and a Certificate in Women
Studies from Michigan State University in 1990 and her Juris Doctor Degree from
Nova Southeastern University, Shepard Broad Law Center. Practicing law since
1997, she specializes in corporate, environmental and employment law as In-House Legal Counsel for a scrap metal company in Detroit. She and her husband reside with their two children in Michigan. A member of Romance Writers of America, she writes both women’s fiction and paranormal romance.
When her younger brother marries on her twenty-ninth birthday, food addict Sara Friedman drunkenly vows to three hundred wedding guests to find and marry her soul mate within the year. After her humiliating toast becomes a YouTube sensation, she permits a national morning show to chronicle
her search. With the help of best friend Missy, she plunges head first into the
shallow end of the dating pool.
Her journey leads her to question the true meaning of soul mates, as she decides between fulfilling her vow to marry before her thirtieth birthday and following her heart’s desire. But before she can make the biggest decision of her life, Sara must begin to take her first steps towards recovery from her addiction to food.
A Year to Remember is available as an e-book at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and Soul Mate Publishing.
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