Inspired
by Metal
BLMorticia
Greetings
peeps. Welcome to another post from the wicked gal, BLMorticia.
Today,
I’m posting about the music I use as inspiration while writing. What does that
usually entail? Well, it could be anything from something simple like light
jazz or contemporary to something heavy like Devildriver or some old fashioned
Metallica.
A
lot of writers complain they must have complete silence; the music distracts
them when they try and create. Well, I’m different. I need the music, especially if the scene is highly emotional or
filled with tension.
If
it’s a light-hearted scene with a bit of comedy? Maybe something upbeat, or a
dance tune that gets me thinking some happy thoughts. Or if it’s overly
romantic with hot sex, like the first scene between Nathan and Bryant in My Lieutenant, it was some slow, “baby-making”
tunes like Sade or the Love Jones Soundtracks, which all of us muses listen to
frequently.
However,
since I am the wicked muse, I mostly turn on the heavy metal to write by.
During You Don’t Ask, We Don’t Tell,
a lot of the moments with Cody, as he tried to deal with the fact he was gay,
were tense and needed that rockin’ soundtrack to get him thinking of angst. For
that, I turned on the iTunes satellite radio and left it on the Dark Metal
station.
Perfect
music for the angsty piece! Old Metallica, Megadeth, Lamb of God, Pantera, old
Sevendust, Slayer, etc to get Cody in the mindset of anger over his father, his
situation where he left behind his lover, and dealing with his own mistake of
joining the army when he didn’t have to.
*raises
the hands and flashes the horns*
Now
for The Wretched Tales, my muses listened to a little of everything I’ve
mentioned and brought it into this series. Corey even talks about real metal
bands in the book, comparing his fictional band The Wretched with today’s
biggest metal acts. Because I’m an avid listener of metal, it was easy to
create my own series with distinct characters. Some of the same angst, tension,
and adrenaline is portrayed in The Wretched Tales. Hope you’ll pick up the
first book, Corey’s Debut!
Blurb: Corey Patrick has
arrived, fresh out of Boston to perform with The Wretched, one of the biggest
bands on the planet. Immediately, the bass player takes advantage of the perks
provided including hobnobbing with members of the press!
Over the loudspeaker…
“Ladies and gentlemen, crowd surfing and/or moshing will
result in immediate dismissal from the venue. Enjoy the show.”
In a drug
filled haze, I stood on the stage with my new band mates. The lights dimmed,
the crowd chanting, “Wretched, wretched,” in unison, throwing up the
horns as if in a similar trance. I’d been with several acts, toiling in the
background as the spare, the fill in, the resident head banger while others
gained the spotlight. Now was my turn to be the one. And even better in the
most sought after metal act from the west coast of North America, The Wretched.
“You ready Corey? You better play your ass off tonight so
they’ll forget about Randy’s stupid butt,” yelled Nicolai Zander with a wry
smile.
Excited as a pig in shit, I responded with a nod and gave
my bass a couple of plucks.
Once he turned his attention back to the crowd, he
changed his expression immediately from smirk to scowl. The short, pudgy runt
everyone came to know and love stalked the stage like Napoleon with a microphone
in hand. As per usual, Nicolai donned baggy black trousers with pockets down
both sides, chains hanging from every loop and hole. His Testament t-shirt and
his trademark cowboy boots had both seen better days, but it made up the persona
known as Nicolai Zander. The, ‘I don’t
give a fuck ‘cause I’m the leader of this bunch of misfits’ kind of look.
Glassy greenish blue eyes peered at his minions, and he returned their adulation
with his own one finger salute and tongue wag.
Damn
“Wretched, wretched, wretched…” the
swarm of metal heads chanted, the spotlight shone on me, then Nicolai one after
the other. Within seconds, the background music faded, and drummer Bryan
started the first beats of our legendary song Devil’s Isle.
“YEOOOHHHH…” Nicolai screeched like a cat in heat and
threw his gloved fist up in the air. True metalers formed a circle pit, running
into one another, arms up, the looks on their faces, pure aggression. Others
leapt on top of various shoulders, attempting to surf closer to the stage
causing the security guys a lot of headache, but I fucking loved it.
This is what I’ve wanted other than a steady lay I could
call my very own. This is my fucking life! This is what every young man dreams
about from puberty in mom’s house to grown ass man living in mom’s basement.
I am Corey from the Wretched, and I have arrived!
BLMorticia is currently a published writer with Naughty Nights Press
and Rebel Ink Press. She entertains her readers with hot and smexy sex, humor,
and lots of swear words. She attempts to incorporate metal music or the
military in most of her works. Nothin’ sexier than metalheads or military
servicemen and women! She also writes a biweekly column on Blak Rayne Books and blogs on the First Thursday of the
month at NNP Blog. For more
info, please visit, Erotica With
Snark
Thanks for stopping by, BL! Always a pleasure!
Until next time, take care!
♥ Julie
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