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Friendship, Features and Fun


First and foremost I want to thank Mike Schulenberg, friend extraordinaire, for all his help when my internet connection went a little bonkers last week. I was ecstatic to see my blog post, “Mood Music” featured on WordPress’ Freshly Pressed and then tortured that I wasn’t able to respond right away to the majority of comments until later. So thank you, Mike, for posting on my behalf to explain the situation.  I am truly grateful for all of you who took the time to look at, read, or comment on my post. You are all very much appreciated!


I got some great news, too, that my poem “A Fragile Pirate” is going to be featured on Morgen Bailey’s Writing Blog in October!  She previously published my flash piece called “Baby Fat.”


I recently spent some time at the beach – I haven’t had my toes in the sand in a very long time and am allowing the experience to influence my writing a bit. Please indulge me. I was listening to the music below as I wrote, so I thought I would include for you to enjoy, as well.


One Grain by Sheila Pierson


Angry waves slap fearful flesh,

My feet fight to stand on the shifting ground beneath


Life washes in and out like the tide, foamy bubbles of

Happiness, grief and silence rise to the surface, making an

Appearance of importance


If I drown in your salty skin will you absorb me?

Take me then, down to the depths of your seduction

Entreat my bones to give up their fleshy covering

Give me over to the inhabitants of your world,

Your thunderous roar covers my cries of surrender


It is with this, as with need and hunger, and all that wills the soul

To reach and gnaw and feed on that which is prey



How’s your week going? How’s your writing going? Please share…

Mood Music


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Victor Hugo is credited with saying, “Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.”

Does music play an important role in your life, in your writing? Let me say, I have very eclectic music tastes. I will listen to almost anything once and will give it a real chance to move me in some way. Music has such an effect on me, though, that there are some songs I cannot listen to if I’m particularly blue because of the state of mind they put me in. They take me back to a time that I can’t bear to think upon without them bringing every full emotion of that moment gushing forth.

I’ve mentioned before I once wrote some lyrics and songs with a co-writer. He had a profound impact on me as a writer, simply because he believed in me. He was a musician looking for someone to write with. We connected on one of those special creative levels you can’t understand unless you experience it, but like so many human failings, inhibiting factors came into play and like a pot of steam, once the water is gone so is the vapor it produces. Such is life.

I did a little experiment with music to see how much it might impact my writing if I surrender to the experience and allow the tempo, mood, and lyrics to engulf me. I noticed when listening to Norah Jones I was in a state of thought that produced a dreamy but sad piece of writing called, “Empty Rainbow.”  However, I found when listening to music and attempting to write fiction that I either go to a place where I fully concentrate on the writing or I can’t concentrate at all and get caught up in the lyrics. To this end, a friend, Mike Schulenberg, who has a wonderful blog of his own, suggested listening to an artist by the name of Solar Fields; in particular, a song called Cocoon Moon. Sans lyrics, the listener is transported away by the music alone, allowing a writer to find their words without the intrusion of a singer’s lyrics. This is helpful when I’m trying to block out distractions around me and focus on a piece of fiction.

In listening to Nine Inch Nails, I wanted to see what might come forth to the pen. I listened to “The Hand that Feeds,” “Terrible Lie,” and “Every Day is Exactly the Same.” The following is what I wrote. After the poem I’ve included the video to “Every Day is Exactly the Same.”

Blind Danger by Sheila Pierson

Blood runs, dark eyes mount an offensive

Hide your sacred, the precious few that remain


The others soil the land with the carnage of their hunger

While you toil over decisions, lingering until a choice is

Made for you


Unfurl the bony hand that wraps itself around your neck,

Careful – the burning rupture of tender flesh may be the



Weep for ones lost to apathy

They are forever trapped in cage of stupidity,

Clearly seeing and refusing to acknowledge

Sweeping desolation over the landscape


The following is the video previously promised called, “Every Day is Exactly the Same” by Nine Inch Nails – Enjoy…

What are your thoughts the subject? How does music affect your writing, if at all? How does it move you? Any particular songs or selections you’d like to suggest or share?

(Musical note image provided by Microsoft ClipArt)