The Voices of the Voices in My Head

It's funny to me, but this is how I have always worked, even when I was in middle school and working on a novel.
While writing, I have to listen to a certain song or songs and nothing else. Working while listening to a radio station doesn't go over well. And it's always a certain song that will bring that particular story to life.
Oddly enough, my antique characters, as I like to call them, prefer smooth jazz...Norah Jones, Michael Buble. And my current characters prefer classical (Debussey, Beethoven). It just seems backward to me, but they won't work for me if I try to switch their playlists. Very funny.
It's like the playlist you take to the gym with you. If those songs come on while you're out shopping, or anywhere really, you'll feel an impulse to start jogging. It's the same when I pop in Norah Jones, suddenly Katherine starts squirming around in my thoughts, wanting to tell me some more of her tale.
Being a writer makes one a bit of an odd duck. Or is it rather, that being a writer comes as a result of being an odd duck?

52 pages of Viktor and Katherine!

Yes, his name use to be William. But, ethnically, it didn't fit.

And now, despite their protestations, I have dragged their story out to 52 pages. They want very badly to be together. But it's just too soon. It takes a lot of restraint as an author to not just jump in because your characters want you to. It's kind of liking being a teenager and refraining from doing what your hormones demand you do. It's better for them this way.

Funny, writing is both exhilarating and tiring. I'm a little emotionally worn out now. And ready for more.

Props must needs be given to the sounds that drown out reality for me whilst I am writing.

Special thanks to: Michael Buble, Debussey, Norah Jones, Ella Fitzgerald and, yes I admit it, Bella's Lullaby from the Twilight soundtrack. Hush.

It's funny because the one voice prefers the classical and the past voice prefers the jazz. Odd.

Things are starting to get complicated and I needed to come up for air.

Back to work.