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Author of the Saga of Ukumog discusses the challenges of being an author, the tools and processes he uses while writing, and sometimes posts something completely unrelated. This blog is the author exposed.

Music of the Soul

Louis Puster

I am not a musician.  When I was young my parents tried to get me into music by letting me experiment with different instruments.  My natural impatience always got the best of me though, because I wouldn't improve fast enough for my overactive personality.  I have, however, always had a bit of music in my soul.  There are a few nameless tunes which I think are my own that seem to arise within me during certain states of mind and such.  I hear them drumming in my head, and feel the pulse of the strings in my heart.  It can be very powerful, especially when the outside world is quiet.  

It is hard for me to write without music.  Most often when I am writing I have my headphones on and the volume cranked.  Sometimes I even dance and sing a little while at the keyboard, and I am grateful that there is no video of any of that.  Tonight, this musing on music has made me wonder about the characters in my series.  My mind turns to try and listen to the music that runs through their souls.  What is it that Brin hears when there is no sound but he crisp flames of a campfire against the cold air of the Spikelands?  Does Wrack hear violins, or is it wind instruments that compliment the flow of his heart?  And more than anything, what music does the audience hear when they read the words that tells the story of Ukumog?

 

When writing Wracked She Wants Revenge drove the pistons in my fingers.  The second book found me listening more to the likes of Daft Punk in the beginning and then as I came to the end it switched to listening to Adele.  I love how someone else's expression, even if it is focused on a completely different subject, can fuel another person's creativity.  In the absence of the greek gods of old, have our own artistic expressions become the modern Muse?