New website coming: I am currently putting together a new website totally dedicated to the art of creative writing. This has been a long, long dream of mine clear back to when I was in college. (I will not tell how long ago that was either). It was cover techniques, tips, stories, and all sorts of fun pertaining to writing. This will be in addition to MichealaLynn.com. I will still blog on here about my own writing and things going on in my life in addition to the new website. So, be sure to check out WritingMonkey.com
I am a creative soul. To me it is as natural as breathing. Whether or not I am writing, there are stories going on inside my head all the time. Writing is merely the process of releasing those stories locked up in my brain so others can enjoy them as much as I do. That and it keeps me semi-sane. If I don’t write for some time, it begins to feel as if those stories start to build up, a creative pressure that gradually (or not so gradually at times) increases until it reaches a point where it must burst forth almost like a creative volcano. And to be honest, when that happens, the results are much like a pyroclastic flow leaving nothing but creative destruction in its wake. (Yeah, I’m in a volcano symbolism mood.) Whatever it is, the results are seldom pretty. To borrow from Wordsworth, no amount of reconciliation in tranquility can fix this spontaneous overflow of emotions. Therefore, it is best to let those stories out frequently to run around on the page a bit and see what happens.
Music is a bit different. If writing taps the constant string of mental movies rattling in my head, music taps into the deep recesses of my soul. Whether it is the hard-driving emotional release of a thumping rock beat on my guitars, the mournful cry of my violin weeping out the very essence of emotion or my Scottish smallpipes tapping into to my very ancestral roots, music provides a doorway to enter that hidden world that can only be glimpsed through that musical language. It is love, hate, anger, joy, ecstasy, despair, melancholy, boredom, confusion, clarity--all at the same time. Words may give an invitation to my heart and mind, but music is a direct line to that which is deep, deep inside--that which has no words but can convey just as much--sometimes more.