The heat is making my head hurt today, totally killing my focus unless I take breaks. Taking breaks is always good, but mine get longer and longer, until they totally makes me fail my goals.

Wikipedia started it. I wanted to check up on that Robin guy who apparently left Guns n’ Roses, going back to Nine Inch Nails. Now, Axl Rose might be crazy or just slightly too much of a perfectionist, but why you’d want to go to NIN is beyond me… Anyway, that lead to the Guns n’ Roses entry on Wikipedia, which sent me to the page for upcoming album Chinese Democracy. I should’ve known where that would lead, should have just closed my browser and dived into the WordPress codex solving issues with the upcoming Blog Herald design. More

I really should be getting my Moleskine notebook and see what I had planned on writing, picking anyone of my ideas, and get down to business. Unfortunately, I’m not going to do that, due to the slightly feverish state that I’m in.

I’ll let you in on a little secret instead, a technique I’ve used over the years to change my writing, and my experience overall.

I use music.

That’s right, the noise rushing out of my speakers is affecting my writing. There are albums that I, to this day, still connect to the work I did 10 years ago.

It is not so weird when you think about it. Say I’m writing fiction, say I want speed and action, a tense and dangerous situation. Listening to music with a rough beat will help me get to the right state of mind, whereas a slow love song will definitely ruin it all. Right now I’m not feeling too well, as I said, and the slightly disoriented mindset that this sets me in is something to use as well, so I’m making it even more unfocused and tumbling by listening to a PJ Harvey album. I have no idea what to do with it, other than to wrap up this blog post.

Music can help you get a sharper edge to your writing. Try it, you just might be amazed.

I got home a couple of hours ago, bringing a new little toy, to my wife’s future dismay I’m sure. You see, I finally bought myself an electric guitar. Yes, as in “I wish I was a rock star” electric guitar that most of us got when we where teenagers and rocked out with poodle-like hair.

I never got one back then. I played the piano, poorly, and was busy making up fantasy worlds. As you can see I’ve barely grown up…

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