Do you listen to music when writing?

MusicTypewriterI was doing a bit of writing, and got to thinking what other people do when they write, do you listen to music while you are writing?

If you happen to follow me in Facebook and see a Spotify posting that I am listening to music without song, often classical piano or jazz music- I am probably writing…

The stories of songs bring too many images in my head, I’m dyslexic and see my thoughts as pictures…  To listen to music with words being sung, telling a story I end up seeing too many of those images too, cluttering my own ideas I am attempting to share…

Closing my eyes, I allow the sound and rhythm of the music to tune out the non silence- motor vehicles that drive by the house, the snoring of my two dogs, the sound of the printer, hum of the fan in the computer and the sound of my breath even my heart…  For me this is full focus, the idea as images start growing, the many images of a single idea start to form, like watching the many pieces of an item spinning and flipping into place on a computer generated animation, 3D objects each finding their place in a kind of motion picture that to write, I need to find the words to paint to describe it…

There is no technical writing, I am just not that kind of writing, as I can only find ways to describe the images, story telling to me is the only way…  There are no words spoken that only I hear, unless it is thinking to someone’s writing I read and I know their voice, then I hear their voice as I read…  But this is my own writings, and the only voice I hear is the single word, as I locate the letters on the keyboard for that word, then the next word with my fingers trying to keep up…  Slowly the words like strokes of a paint brush describes the part of the image or moving image I see in my head…  As if to speak as I think, without thinking too much to what I am saying, just describing it as best I can with words like paint…

To watch me type, one would see me intently staring at the keys, my fingers trying to locate the correct keys in what has turned into my way to writing that works for me and I have been practicing for so many years since finding out I was dyslexic and that I also needed to figure out how to write better…

If I am creating visually, I already have the image in my head, and I allow my experience to figure out the how to convey that image…  This I find easy, and enjoy listening to many kinds of music while drawing, painting doing photography or graphic design…  But to write, I need to focus and that means music without song…

Do you listen to music as you write?  If so, what kind?

It’s Raining in my Heart

Waking slowly to that singular blue eye staring at me, the excitement in it as my now 2 year old pup gets excited that I am waking, as it’s “Breakfast time”, turning to show his brown eye before to start doing a spin around… Now both of my dogs join in, 250+ pounds of excited dogs doing what I call the “Breakfast Dance”, that always brings a smile to my face at their excited morning antics…

“The Breakfast Dance Squad”

I feed Snowy the pup in his kennel, as he is a messy eater… His excitement now at it’s peak, doing the side-to-sideway shuffle, hopping up and down getting excited for that first mouth full of morning crunchy treats… I pour it into his dish and he starts to eat, and I look up smelling in the air the sweet smell of rain in the breeze on this overcast morning…

Saxy his mother neat and dainty, crunching 1-2 pieces at a time and no crunched up slimy chunks surround her bowl like Snowy’s… Even my first Saint Bernard was like this, Food all over the place… She looks up to me with a mouth full, her eyes as if saying, “Thank you this tasty breakfast”…

I continue my morning routine, brewing Java, be it regular coffee or espresso, a bit of bathroom time, then grabbing a mug full of the good stuff, I head to my studio-office… I sit down and flip open my PowerBook, then opening up a browser to check for mail, Facebook messages, checking quickly my Twitter messages and lately checking my Google+ stream… In Facebook it’s become a ritual this past month or so- always checking on my Mom’s page and looking for things she has been commenting on…

As I sit in front of the monitor, I start to hear the water spray sound of wet wheels from a car going by the house on the road out front… Stopping a moment to listening more intently, yes, I can hear the soft rain on the roof above… So I go out to let Snowy inside before he gets soaked and I have a house smelling of BIG WET DOG…

This morning was no different then any other mornings, except that it had started raining after so many weeks of it being so hot without rain… I stood there for a moment, just enjoying the cool fresh breeze, the droplets of rain running down my shoulders and arms, racing to jump off the ends of my fingertips to dive towards the dry earth below… Snowy seemed quit happy to come inside, finishing his bowl of food in just a few giant gulps… I think he was excited not because of the rain and his getting wet, but in knowing Saxy often doesn’t finish her bowl of food and he might be able to gain an extra bite or two- he’s turning into a little (120 pounds) fatty ball of white fur…

So I sat down, taking a look at the groups of text and images in browser windows before me in one window- Facebook… Laughing for a few moments at some of my friend’s statements, reading some of politics from one old friend that tend to rub me the wrong way, enjoying the Artwork some of my Artists friends have posted, then I noticed something my Mom had posted in the comments of one of my posts from yesterday…

What I read brought a tear to my eye and sadness deep inside, it’s raining now in my heart… But I also wanted to share this…

My Mom’s Facebook Post

My Mom has been fighting cancer now for a little over two years, the doctors saying they had caught it early and chemo would work… 3 months ago, the scan showed they where right, the tumors had gotten smaller and they felt that they where now just scar tissue… Then about a month ago, she was experiencing major headaches and they found the cancer had spread to her brain in two locations… She has just finished 15 doses of radiation and is now waiting for the MRI in a couple weeks to see what step to take next- laser surgery and maybe more chemo…

Over the past month you may have noticed I haven’t been posting as often as I had been… This isn’t just because I am in the process of reopening my studio and starting a 2nd business- though that is part of the reason… I am going through some major family matters and I would like to apologize for my being kind of “Cold” or very “Business Minded”… I am trying to turn the negative energy of worry and sadness into positive energy- filling those sleepless nights with learning and executing the needed steps for reopening my studio… I will say, it is a major challenge to dig deep and find the  abundance of artistic inspiration and creativity that normally is overflowing, as if the well seems to be drying up and I need to dig deeper…

Outside the soft sound of raindrops seem to echo this sadness that seems to flood my heart… But also happiness, as my Mom is right- with all the doctors are doing, “At least I will be”…

The tears of worry and sadness still fill me within; it’s raining in my heart even though I try to smile…

**If you’re a friend of mine online, feel free to give my Mom a follow, drop her a note… If you have a story to tell, be it of a friend, a family member or even maybe something good you might want to say about myself or my sister Wendy- it would mean a lot…

You can locate her Facebook profile name here- Neenah Kromer- http://www.facebook.com/#!/nkromer1

Thank you…

Charles McL. Taggart II

Windsor and Newton Mornings…

I wake to another morning of what I call a “Windsor & Newton Morning”, the fog that hovers over valleys and surrounding the hills that my hometown is located within- the Finger Lakes Region of Central New York State…  I call it a Windsor & Newton morning due to the classic water color styles of Europe that shows scenery and landscapes that fade into the mist and fog, where buildings, hills and trees turn to gray shadows that fade away and only the images up close are clear…

My Barn on a foggy morning

It is mornings like this that I sit sipping my espresso, missing so deeply the smell and feel of the sweet smell of pigments, stained rainbow colors of fingertips from watercolors and inks and washing out my Windsor & Newton watercolor brushes…  How the touch of the edge of watercolor paper in its hot or cold press texture under my pencil sketches or the speedy quick rhythm of doing stipple with my Kohinoor Radiograph pens as I listen to the sounds of birds that sing their morning songs…

Foggy morning view in the valley

My studio is in boxes at the moment, blankets covering my drawing board and ten-drawer unit, as I do some renovation work and rebuilding to it…  A storm with 70 MPH winds took a large Tree down, dropping a large limb that was 2 feet thick in the middle of the sidewall, just over where a window had been that met the roofline…  So I need to take the whole wall out, and rebuild it…

So till I finish this renovation on my studio, I will be only taking photos for future reference of the sights and images I normally enjoy working on within my studio for those cold days and nights of winter, when there is no color outside but white…  The foggy images of Windsor & Newton Mornings…

A Paper, a Pen, a Table to Sit at…

A paper, a pen, a table to sit at and a window to look out of that sheds it’s light within, opening it to let the smells of summer in…

Crunch, crinkle, crack, tip pity tap, tap, tap, as an idea gone astray is crumbled up to find the floor missing the basket, a newer and better thought begins to be shared upon a new piece of paper…

Chirp-chirp, tweet- tweet softly flowing through the window as birds singing their morning songs of good mornings that flow through the open window…  The slow movement of white, orange, purple and pinks that seem to have been painted on an blue background, as if mountains of clouds that ever move, grow and change of landscapes like mountains that float in the sky…  Soft breeze that send trees slowly swaying, leaves shimmering, shifting in the windows view outside…

I wonder of how many artisans of the past have enjoyed such simple things to create with… Thinking to photos of other artists, writers, musicians who have done the same, allowing the creativeness of thoughts to be shared, filling an empty sheet, then maybe another and another after… Painting with words, notes, pencil lead that grays the hand, and pigments that stains the fingertips through creation… Letting the creative juices of ideas and thoughts stain and shade the parchment allowing them to share their own insights…

This day of technology, electric paper, screen’s like portable TV’s that fill our lives…  Tap, tap, tap, tip pity tap, click, click- tap, tap, tap, the sound of the keyboard under fingertips without inks, no pencils, no erasers or white out needed, missing what so many artisans of history have used to create the great works of old of so many years of creativity…. Electric sketch pads, notebooks with batteries that hold libraries and file cabinets, exchange of ideas in an instant over wires and cables, fans a buzzing, sometimes wondering if this is truly natural…

Are we forgetting the simplicity of creating that so many in histories enjoyed?  If you agree, then give the computer a rest…  Clear off a table near a window, upon it put some blank paper in a pile, a pen or pencil, an eraser and opens the window…  Sit enjoying the simple sounds and the view of the clouds that race across the sky, just sit there watching, listening- hear the whispers of creativeness fill you mind, and let it be shared on paper…

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