COVID-19, me, music and inspiration

I have been very quiet on here and on my Facebook pages for a few months. I’ve also been struggling with writing for the same months. I caught COVID-19 way back at the beginning of all this, in March. You could say I’ve had the long version but what that means for me is a bit different. Fatigue is nothing new. Most of you, if you’ve followed me for awhile, know I already had chronic fatigue. My life was already managed by that not me. I kept a seperate blog years ago about my progression into illness and disability and learning to live with constant pain and illness https://battlingankylosingspondylitis.wordpress.com/ .

Catching COVID-19, but also locking down for weeks because of it, has made my health and my fatige worse, though. I am still doing my day job, which now means sitting in one chair for 7.5 hours plus most days, working at home, instead of working on a large site that involved walking to and from offices regularly. And the thing about fatigue is the less you do the less you can do. So I am much tireder in the evenings, therefore, the number of hours my mind feels capable of writing for has narrowed down to none – two hours a day, from the four – five hours I used to write around my day job.

But this blog post isn’t really about the fatigue, I wanted to share another consequence of working at home that I hadn’t recognised until today. The other thing I’ve noticed is that my inspiration has been drying up. When I do write the ideas for scene development have been coming very slowly. Writing has become harder. I’ve put it down to the fatigue, to my mind being out of energy and not functioning effectively – it does stop the electrical charges in your motor neaurons functioning effectively. I’ve also thought that maybe because I have not been excersizing the creative side of my brain as much, a bit like a muscle, it’s lost some of its strength.

But no, I don’t think that is what the reduced creativity is about.

I am now back in the office generally one or two days a week and on the way home tonight I realised how something else that has changed in the last six months has been effecting my creativity. A lack of music. Before lock down I was probably in my car for ten hours a week, and my commute to work is almost an hour. In the morning, on my way into work, I listened to the radio, on the way home I listened to songs on my Itunes account. As I drove home in the dark tonight my car full of Taylor Swift, my mind started popping like fireworks with ideas. Again if you followed me for awhile you’ll know all my books have a connection with a song that was released at the time I started writing. Including the historical books (if they are ever made into period dramas, I’d love them to sensitively and creatively use modern songs in the background to set the tempo). The muscial connections that really stand out in my mind still are The Illicit Love of a Courtesan and Ne Yo’s song Let me love you, The Passionate Love of a Rake and John Newman’s song Love me Again , The Dangerous Love of Rogue and Jeremih’s song Don’t tell ’em if you know the stories, you’ll be spotting the link to the fact that the plot lines have a real connection with the songs. I need songs, or rather music, because it’s the emotion in the sound not just the words themselves, to generate and inspire my creativity.

In my contemporary books you’ll see the songs that influenced my ideas and emotions are sometimes even written into the stories. In Free Me an Ed Sheeran album becomes the characters’ soundtrack in the book (without breaking copyright rules), and the song One was the major inspiration. Ed’s song writing has inspired several books of mine, though. One song particularly Photograph inspired the novel I published at the beginning of the summer. I didn’t blog about it because I was quite ill still at the time. But the last book in my second historical series, Entangled, features the far more painful aspects of love and a locket. 😉 Mmm spot the link. Although, obviously, the locket doesn’t contain a photograph in the historical story. There are also two contemporary stories to come with locket connections. I just love the emotion of holding on to love in a secret captured way in that song.

So that is why my creativity has dried up … Not because I’m tired but because I only listen to music for about an hour a week while I’m working in the garden or in the house and don’t even have a free mind! It feels so obvious to me now I’ve finally realised that. And I will be putting some time into my day to listen to music. I’m sure I will feel happier for it and the hour or so my mind is able to work well enough to write in a day will be far more productive.

I’ll also spend one of my hours tomorrow telling you about the music that inspired my second psychological thriller.

The Twins

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20 November 2020

If you liked Blood OrangeThe Perfect Couple and The House Guest you will love this!

Susan and Sarah. Sisters. Best friends.
Together…forever?

Nothing could break them apart.

Until they meet him.

And he can only choose one…

Now Susan is back. Determined to reclaim everything Sarah has taken from her.
 
Her home, her husband…her life?

The Truth by Jane Lark ~ a free book exclusive to my blog ~ part forty-four

The Truth

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Richard

Half-an-hour later Richard walked into the day cabin and slipped off the outer coat he’d started wearing on the poop-deck to combat the chillier winds that now cut through his clothing when he was up there.

He threw the garment on to a chair and looked across the room. Mark stood near Joseph. Both men looked at him in an odd fashion. There was guilt and a question in their eyes.

“Captain Swallow.” Mark bowed suddenly. “Mr Farrow.”

God’s teeth! He did not need this. He felt like striking out at Mark. He did not do so. But his quartermaster must have seen the possibility in Richard’s gaze and that was why he was stating his apologies and withdrawing.

Mark gave Richard a swifter bow, then walked out of the cabin and shut the door behind him. It had taken Mark scarce hours to share this secret.

“Would you care for a cup of coffee. I intend ordering some for myself?” Richard looked at Joseph in a direct way that challenged the conversation he knew was about to happen.

“It is not my place to say this to you,” Joseph began with deep solemnity, without even answering.

“Then do not say it.” Richard interrupted crossing to the bell to ring for the cabin boy.

“How can I not in all conscience, Richard. Is it true?”

Richard stared at his captain. “Is it any of your business?”

“Miss Martin is a passenger aboard this ship. You appointed me captain of it. I am therefore responsible for Miss Martin while she is on it.” Joseph’s pitch was annoyingly restrained. He was turning the tables on Richard. Usually Richard was the calm dispassionate one. But Emerald had changed him.

“I absolve you of your responsibility.” Richard’s voice was a low growl. His hands fisted. “I shall take care of Miss Martin. Both the Governor and her mother placed her under my protection.”

“Is it true, Richard?” Joseph pressed, ignoring Richard’s physical and verbal warning to drop the subject. Did Mark hear Miss Martin in your cabin this morning?”

“Do not be ridiculous!” Richard barked, forcefully releasing his fingers and turning to the charts spread out across the table.

“She was not there then?” Joseph said to his back. He knew Richard was willing to lie, when a lie served a purpose.

Silent. Richard leaned over the charts and gripped the table.

“Richard…” Joseph pushed.

He tossed a glance over his shoulder, looking daggers at his captain. “Do you wish to keep your job, Joseph?” Then he looked back at the maps, as a convenient rap struck the door.

“Come!” Richard shouted, without looking up.

“Sir?”

He did not look back at the cabin boy. “Coffee, Tim, please. Make it strong.”

“Sir.” The boy disappeared again, letting the cabin door bang shut.

“If she was,” Joseph began, the minute the door shut, moving towards Richard, “then you ought to remember that her mother died little more than a fortnight ago. She needs comfort. She does not need someone preying on her isolation.”

“Is that what I am doing?” Richard released the table straightened and turned to look at Joseph who now stood beside him. “Preying on her? Have you ever known me prey upon a woman?”

 

Emerald

“Have you ever known me prey upon a woman?”

Richard’s raised voice woke Emerald, capturing her attention. Her thoughts picked through the words and her heart began to thump. She could not hear who he was talking to, or what their answer was.

 

Richard

“I have not,” Joseph said.

“Then why accuse me of this now?”

“Because she is vulnerable and I know you have an attraction to her. I understand your feelings, but wait, if it is not too late.” The look Joseph cast him was a reprimand, “She is grieving – seeking reassurance. She cannot think clearly in such a situation.” Joseph’s hand lifted to press Richard’s shoulder. “I am speaking as a friend. Have a care for the girl’s reputation and for yours. Mark will not speak of it to anyone else, but you have already changed his judgment of you.”

“Mark ought to have a mind for his own damned business! He will need to look out for another post if he is not more careful!”

 

Emerald 

Emerald scrambled off the bed, looking at Rita as panic cried out. “Help me dress.” She’d taken off her gown and her corset to go to sleep.

“It is not like that!” Another shout pierced the wall of her cabin.

Her throat was dry and her breaths refused to catch in her lungs as she grasped her dress. It would not fit without her corset.

Whomever Richard was speaking to it was not Mr Bishop, and they knew, and if he was not careful the entire ship would know if he raised his voice any louder.

 

Richard

“No?” Joseph questioned, his eyebrows lifting. “How did it begin then?”

The memory of Emerald weeping in the day cabin punctured Richard’s thoughts. She had sought solitude, not him. He had gone to her. He’d kissed her.

“I have daughters,” Joseph pressed on, “I would not welcome any man pre-empting marriage with my girls. As I said, I know you have feelings for Miss Martin. I am not challenging your motivation. However I doubt her ability to make considered judgments at this time. You should step back – and if it is too late to do so she will have to live with the consequences. You must marry her.”

Consequences. Richard had determinedly ignored any thought of consequences from her perspective, because he’d wanted her bound to him. Yet every word Joseph said rang true. But it was not guilt which assaulted him, it was fear. What if her interest was only an element of her grief?

Richard faced the judgment in Joseph’s eyes and  saw Joseph recognise that it was too late for this speech. “We have an agreement,” Richard answered.

“Will you have me perform the marriage on board?”

“No! I will not shame her like that! She is not of age. Everyone would know. She should meet her family and complete her mourning and I will stay in England until her father comes and formerly offer for her then.”

And why the hell am I accounting for myself to you! It is none of your business!

Joseph stared. Not deferring to Richard at all. Yet he was Richard’s captain and he had been employed for his ability to command respect. “You have put her to shame already I think. Leave the girl alone and make amends as soon as you may.”

The cabin boy’s foot kicked the cabin door.

“Come in!” Richard shouted, aggressively, angry at himself as much as Joseph and Mark.

The boy balanced a swaying tray bearing their coffee.

“What of June?” Joseph asked as Richard looked back. “She will not react well to this.”

“I have written to, June,” Richard answered impatiently “I sent word to her when we reached Gibraltar and I–.”

“Who is June?” Richard’s head spun to the open cabin door. It framed Emerald in a halo of day light. “Who is June?” she repeated, her voice edged with suspicion and doubt.

To be continued…

The Marlow Intrigues: Perfect for lovers of period drama, like Victoria and Poldark.

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The Lost Love of Soldier ~ The Prequel #1 ~ A Christmas Elopement began it all 

The Illicit Love of a Courtesan #2 

Capturing The Love of an Earl ~ A Free Novella #2.5 

The Passionate Love of a Rake #3 

The Desperate Love of a Lord ~ A second Free Novella #3.5 

The Scandalous Love of a Duke #4

The Dangerous Love of a Rogue #5

The Jealous Love of a Scoundrel #5.5

The Persuasive Love of a Libertine #5.75  now included in Jealous Love, (or free if you can persuade Amazon to price match with Kobo ebooks) 😉

The Secret Love of a Gentleman #6 

The Reckless Love of an Heir #7

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