11.19.2005
The Screaming of The Lambs
Okay, it's still National Novel Writing Month and I'm still writing away. One of the things that I like to do when I write is come up with a "soundtrack" for my story. Then I listen to certain songs from my soundtrack while I write certain scenes; it helps me visualize what I'm writing.
But my muse seems to be playing a sick joke on me at the moment. One of the songs from my soundtrack won't get out of my head. Whenever I turn off the TV, get off the phone, finish listening to a CD... whenever the silence falls, this one particular song starts playing in my head again without fail. I swear it's going to drive me insane (insaner?).
I'm hoping that maybe when I finish writing the story, my muse will release my mind from this musical torture. Kind of like Clarice and the lambs, right?
Hannibal Lecter: You still wake up sometimes, don't you? Wake up in the dark, and hear the screaming of the lambs?
Clarice: Yes.
Lecter: And you think if you save poor Catherine you could make them stop, don't you? You think if Catherine lives you won't wake up in the dark ever again to that awful screaming of the lambs.
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So here's hoping that at the end of November, that creepy Hannibal Lecter voice will come back into my mind and ask: "Well, Cara, has the song stopped screaming?" And I can answer: "Yes!!!!!"
But my muse seems to be playing a sick joke on me at the moment. One of the songs from my soundtrack won't get out of my head. Whenever I turn off the TV, get off the phone, finish listening to a CD... whenever the silence falls, this one particular song starts playing in my head again without fail. I swear it's going to drive me insane (insaner?).
I'm hoping that maybe when I finish writing the story, my muse will release my mind from this musical torture. Kind of like Clarice and the lambs, right?
Hannibal Lecter: You still wake up sometimes, don't you? Wake up in the dark, and hear the screaming of the lambs?
Clarice: Yes.
Lecter: And you think if you save poor Catherine you could make them stop, don't you? You think if Catherine lives you won't wake up in the dark ever again to that awful screaming of the lambs.
So here's hoping that at the end of November, that creepy Hannibal Lecter voice will come back into my mind and ask: "Well, Cara, has the song stopped screaming?" And I can answer: "Yes!!!!!"
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