Another Song

Hey guys!

I haven't posted for a while and that's because I'm finishing up my first year in college! YAY!!! This coming week is the last I'll have to spend here until the fall, so I've been writing again and as you know, I write songs for my books sometimes if the scene calls for a bit of musica. Welp! The one I was working on last night definitely needed a song and so ya'll get to see the lyrics to "I Asked the Clouds to Rain" by a group of mine named Evermore.

I Asked the Clouds to Rain
by Evermore

            I left this road as a tear on a crowded street...

            Left it behind, but somehow it has found me again.

            Looked to the sky and closed my eyes— sorting thoughts in my head.

            Let out a cry and realized this was the end of the old me.

            ‘Cause now it’s time to find my voice. Honey, I’ve run out of choices.

            I’m tired of holding onto things

            That only bring me down. It’s time to learn to stand on my two feet.

           

            So I asked the clouds to rain; I asked the clouds to pour.

            I asked them to erase the pain I couldn’t carry anymore.

            I already saw yesterday, so tomorrow seems bright,

            And was given a new today so as I blew a kiss to the sky

            I asked the clouds to rain.

            I said goodbye to that old world that I knew…

            I said goodbye, but somehow it has found me again.

            It’s hard to fly when your mind is stuck on dry land.

            And old me tried staying behind but now I’m tired of suffering.

            I have to try to find my voice. ‘Cause in the end I know all choices

            Boil down to these two things:

You can sit and burn under the sun or fight for liberty.

So I asked the clouds to rain; yeah I asked the clouds to pour.

I asked them to erase the pain I couldn’t carry anymore.

I already saw yesterday, so tomorrow seems bright,

And was given a new today so as I blew a kiss to the sky

I asked the clouds to rain.

Love,

Deserae

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Prerna- Thank you! I will continue to power through because you're right--- I don't avoid edits because I think they're hard... I'm afraid of doing everything I can for a manuscript and having it be finished in a "The End" sort of way. That's crazy sounding to me! 

WriMo Day 7

Not much to report today because I've been reading more than I've been writing. BUT because I did write a gripload of comments for this project I'm Beta reading, I am going to count those hundred or so comments with about ten or so words each as my writing for the day. So that means I owe you guys a treat. And yes, I realize that I'm just being a big 'ole cheat right now. Don't worry! I'll make it up to you and the girls tomorrow. I won't go to sleep until I've written 2,500 words. And that's pretty cool because I ended up writing just about that much LAST night because after I wrote that blog post, I wanted to finish up the scene I was working on.

So without further ado, let's finish up Lynette's week with some of her favorite music. Do not be alarmed! She's only as weird as I make her!

1. OkGo's "End Love." 
This is actually why I featured the song a few days. When I stumbled upon it again, I was writing a Lynette scene and I imagined her listening to it in that scene. And it's probably the grooviest song ever! Lynette likes to groove. She's an oldie in that way.

2. Maria Mena "Nevermind Me." 

She's a really shy girl, Lynette is. And no matter how hard she tries to overcome it, there's this little voice in her head that's always telling her she's small. Thankfully, she meets some people who offer ways of fighting that inner demon. But sometimes, that doesn't work, and she listens to all of the sad, self-pitying music she can find. Maria Mena is both her ego booster and pity-party leader.

3. Beethoven's "Moonlight." 

To be honest, though, Lynette hardly has time for drama. The closest she comes to confrontation is when she's playing her cello and getting lost in the music. Since she's a classical musician, she spends MOST of her free time listening to and learning classical music. This is her favorite classical composition.

4. Yurima "River Flows in You."

But she's not all about the classics. She likes to listen to newer composers, as well. This is her favorite modern composition and the song that she feels is the most "romantic love song" of all times. Too bad she doesn't have time for love. Did you see her schedule?!

5. Claude Debussy "Claire de Lune." 

And this song has sentimental values for her. Not only was it the first song she learned to play all the way through (on the piano. First a pianist! Now a cellist), but it was also the first song she ever performed for an audience and it was the song that her father used to play on repeat to lull her to sleep when she was younger. Plus, it's a gorgeous composition. I adore it, too (*looks away* *scratches head*). 

And that's all (the music you need) from me today! Guess what guys?! Tomorrow's Friday!

Yay!
Deserae <3
P.S. I've found myself in a predicament. I accidentally spelled "Lynette" as "Lynnette" in one instance and I can't tell which spelling I like more! Which do you prefer? The single or the double "n." Right now... I think I... agh!

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Maya: My mom is... a mom. Haha! But gosh! I used to be the same way. That's why The Girl Book got put into a folder. When I picked it up a few days ago, I realized I had left off on a good part. Like what in the world did I do that for?! Makes no stinking sense... And oh my gosh, you're a brave woman. If I had her schedule, I would die, come back from the grave to complain, and then die again to get out of doing the work. Haha! But BMA has a wide variety of classes. You know what would be fun? Letting you guys pick classes you'd like and then writing you in as "extras." Lol! That'd be so cool. I love slipping people I know into my stories as side characters. Don't be surprised if that accidentally happens. I mean, who KNOWS what these fingers are capable of?! And Hart was starting to grow on me. I've always loved the name "Joshua" though. And "Jackson." Boy, do I love "Jackson." For a girl, though. There are too many Jackson's hanging around nowadays in YA (or am I imagining that?! Maybe it was some other name I was fond of like William or James... Hmm... I should actually look that up now. I'm becoming paranoid...)

Aria (from email): Does it show, though? Like really? I DO love The Girl Book right now, but is it SHOWING?! That's intense! :) Thanks, Love for your support. I know I owe you some PW, but I've been... occupied... Hehe!

The Midnight Post

Three things. Three very important writer-like things.

1. Psych is on. And it's one of my favorite crime shows ever. There's Monk for Tony Shaloub. There's Murder She Wrote for it's obvious criminals but not so obvious how they dunnits. There's CSI and NCIS for their crime scene-y-ness. And then there's Psych. For it's wacky crimes--- wacky criminals--- and wacky cast. I love it all. It's (and don't judge me, here) Monk meets a modern day Get Smart. It's not the most brilliant show you'll ever watch but it's entertaining and in one of the best ways possible.

2. I am editing. I am editing PW and helping with TLOATH and, also, I'm critiquing a book for a friend. I'm Alex Bennett's Beta reader and so it's my job to help him make his NaNo project a sparkling gem of a book. And I have to say, I'm a lucky gal. Between Aria's superheroes and Alex's leprechauns, I am in pretty great hands on the writer-reader level of happiness.

3. I've picked the project I'm going to do for my WriMo. Psych! Ha! I totally fooled you. No, see, the problem is, I HAVEN'T chosen a project and my WriMo starts in three days! I have so many guys. I have SO many ideas. Right now, it's a toss up between a book from a guy's perspective (it's a romance! A contemp. romance!), a retelling of Romeo and Juliet, and a middle grade comedy about a girl trying to get rid of a curse. But there're (and I kid you not) SEVEN other ideas that I'm fighting not to bring to the forefront of my mind. I should just... pick one. I know! But I'm agh! I'm going crazy here.

But if a writer doesn't know insanity, how does he ever hope to make the world more sane?

Take care, Loves. And I'll talk to you tomorrow.

Love,
Deserae