My 3 R's: "R"ejoicing in the "R"write "R"hythm

This Sunday evening I'm rejoicing the rwrite rhythm. What does this mean? That my ears are rejoicing (i.e., eargasming) to the rhythms that are evoking my desire to write. I thank the universe for melodic sounds and for voices that carry notes with such passion that the listener feels a sincere feeling of oneness. Interestingly, this ability was supposedly something I was born with. I'm a Cancer, member of a special group of people categorized as "often emotionally intelligent and sensitive to the feelings and moods of others."

Writers, specifically those specializing in fiction, receive inspiration from just about any source you can imagine. Aside from the people that I've encountered or the people I've fantasized about encountering, music is my major energy source for writing endeavors. Which brings me to where I am right now. Right now, I'm being held captive by a cover of the Beatles' song "Yesterday," performed by someone whose name is no stranger to this blog. My lyrical soulmate Donny Hathaway. His voice has complete access to all of me. It takes over and makes me feel what he's saying. He was a gift to this earth. I was six months old when he passed away. We never crossed paths, not in this life anyway. Our lives haven't mirrored. But 30 years later, I can sit here and listen to his words and relate to their sense of urgency; longing; unrequited desire.

How is that possible? For the human condition to be so timeless. That no matter the technological advances or societal changes, emotions remain the same. And much like the scent signal that bees leave to direct those coming behind them, Donny's left music I can listen to and nearly get teary eyed to because >>we are here<<. I feel what's he's saying. Magic I suppose.

I'm feeling this, can't you tell? You should see me, sitting here swaying from side to side like I'm receiving the spirit, and all I want to do is write. After my post yesterday, I hadn't planned on posting for a minute, but I messed around and started playing Mr. Hathaway. Then started rejoicing in my rwrite rhythm. Then I got that itch that only creating words could relieve. This is what he does to me and I'm so very thankful for it. Donny's songs, not all, but the ones I particulary love, provide the water I need for the seeds of my sensual and dramatic scenes to grow. Take these two sentences:

Chris walked up to her and kissed her hand. She looked at him with love in her eyes and led him upstairs.

This isn't bad for a rough draft. Not bad at all.

But, check out how I can work this with a little help from my rwrite rhythm:

She was beautiful, everything about her. Even when she wasn't trying to be. Like now, just standing there at the kitchen sink peeling sweet potatoes. Chris rose from the couch, heart starting to race in anticipation of what he was about to do. He turned off the tv, loosened his tie, and slowly made his way into the kitchen. His wife had only a moment's warning before she was spun around and her moist hand brought to the eager lips of her insatiable husband. Her eyes beckoned him with filthy taunts as she snatched off her apron and led this incredible man upstairs.

*fanning self* Whew chile, see what I mean. Let me stop before I write something I'll regret later.

Think about what or who provides the nourishment for your characters and scenes to flourish. Give thanks that they exist. Now get to work.

Note: You know I wouldn't publish this without leaving the link to hear Donny's version of "Yesterday" for yourself.
Listen here for my private little rwrite rhythm.