the first time I was thinking about writing a book, well, I don’t even remember: it was probably around the time I managed to draw my first a’s and o’s. so yeah, it’s been a while. since then I’ve had some ideas come and go, but nothing ever stuck. it seemed such a daunting task to fill endless pages with one cohesive narrative. I soon realized it was nonetheless quite easy for me to tell a story in the form of a poem. or better yet: a song. the latter being able to convey authentic emotions without needing to find the exact words for them. you can just feel what’s happening through listening to the melody. so songwriting became my go to form of artistic expression.
about 16 months ago I was immersed in one of my hour long walks along the beaches of Raumati South in New Zealand (look at this beauty – I even googled it for you), when I had an idea for a new story. this was not unusual as I would often “write” the lyrics for a song during one long walk. depending on the flow, sometimes I needed more kilometres than at other times. this time not only words kept popping into my head but an extensive narrative was developing. (it was the longest walk yet). realizing that this was way too complex for a page long rock song (or whatever genre this is), I decided to turn it into a short story.
this idea was soon to be pushed out of the way by other song ideas as I was in a musical frenzy at that period of my life – writing approximately twelve songs in only one month or so. this was right after I had decided that I wanted this (meaning: being a musician, creating my own art) to be my future and not just another project coming to nothing. the story slowly faded away.
until yesterday, that is. as the second day in a row during which I had nothing to do (finally some free time, hurray) and after practicing harmonies and lyrics of the songs we are about to record, doing some sports, reading, and watching series, I was slowly starting to be super bored. then all of a sudden, I remembered this story that had been out of my mind for over a year. inspired by a few different sources (I might talk about those some other time) I sat down and created an outline for the story and began to work. I have already written about ten pages and have a fuckton of ideas on where to go with this. it’s amazing. sometimes I really do manage to surprise myself.
yeah, so this is what it looked like last night (obviously there was a document on the screen, it was just too freaking bright for my camera)
I don’t want to reveal too much, mainly because it could turn out to end up as something really different from what it is now and then noone can roll their eyes and say: we knew you wouldn’t finish this. what I can say is that it is obviously not written in English (this language might do for a blog or some songs, but I am no way near fluent enough to actually write a novel, that would be preposterous) but my mother tongue German. also: it is going to be fictional with random biographical elements thrown in. so, yeah, it’s gonna be a German semi-biography if you will. that’s enough for now, I need to get back to writing.