I'm participating in an online writing group hosted by Ann Dee Ellis. She gives a prompt and encourages 8 minutes of uninterrupted writing. Here's the most recent exercise:
As I got older, I continued to find solace in my room. I poured my heart out in writing and listened to more modern music (Boxcar Racer, Dashboard Confessional) with lyrics that sounded like the thoughts in my own head. I wrote "poetry." I hid in the darkroom at school and pretended I was a decent photographer.
In college, my journal and my emo music continued to offer a retreat from the stress of the world around me. I reverted to heading outside and finding peace on my own by the pond/woods near my apartment. Sometimes I would just sit on the lawn in the courtyard and write until I was too tired to stay awake any longer. One semester, I wrote every single Shakespeare paper while listening to Ben Kweller for good luck.
After I got married, I didn't write as much for my own personal benefit. I didn't document much. But the music never left me. I married a former radio deejay so it wasn't like I had a choice, anyway. As I certified for Yoga and started creating playlists for the classes I taught, music became even more important. I listened intently to lyrics and analyzed the flow of a song. I pictured moving through asanas and matching them to the songs I picked out. It was like choreography.
I still love music, but with children comes a lot of extra noise, so I usually choose silence when I can. I choose to write again, too.
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