The Selection

Music & Writing

So I’m a nerd for music. Used to be kind of a huge thing for me. FACT: In high school, when people asked what I wanted to be, I always said “a diva”. And I meant that in the “I’m a musical goddess” way. Not the “I’m spectacularly bitchy” way. Actually, if I whipped out my senior yearbook right now, half of signatures start “Dear Diva”. I was pretty determined. At the time.


Now I write books, a much better outlet for my creativity, but music still holds a dear place in my heart. Also, I live with Callaway and he likes Elbow, Radiohead, and the Beatles, so I’ve been exposed to lots of new sounds over the years. And I take all of these things and let them inspire me.

Last week in a blog post on Presenting Lenore, I was asked for a theme song for The Selection, and I gave what I feel kind of sums up America’s attitude about the whole Selection, which is Fairytale by Sara Bareilles.

I think that music can really make a scene happen, so I wanted to share some thoughts with you on using music for your stories.

  1. Don’t necessarily listen to music that you like. I think it helps to hear fresh lyrics and melodies, things that you might not think to pick up on your own. Stretch your ears! (BTW, thanks to all my twitter peeps who are sending mixed CDs!)
  2. Writer’s Butt is a real thing. Any chance you get to think on your feet, take it. Put in your headphones and take walk. The new sights will get your mind going, too. Bonus!
  3. Instead of making a playlist for your story, try making one for a character. If you’re trying to get someone’s voice right, put yourself in their head. If they like death metal, you need to get on that.
  4. I also like making mood mixes. I have ones for love, anger, and sadness. Some faves to get you started:

LOVE: Dark Blue by Jack’s Mannequin.

ANGER: The Pretender by Foo Fighters.

SADNESS: The Special Two by Missy Higgins.


I hope you enjoy! So, thoughts? Any favorite songs that just get your brain going?


My Hubby

So about 7 years ago when Callaway and I got married, I was taking medication that made me kind of depressed. There were days when I had a hard time remembering how great my husband was, so I made a little book of all the things he'd done for me so I could read it when I was sad. Once my stint with the pills was over, I kept up with the book, adding things to it. So today, in honor of Valentine's goodness, I want to share some of the awesomeness that has happened over the years. This is how they appear, as notes written to myself...

While you were raking up leaves in the yard, he let you blow your nose on his sleeve.

He slow danced with you on the sidewalk outside Barnes & Nobel.

He sang to you "'You light up my life, Blah blah blah blah'... And I really mean those blahs."

A few months after you got married and before you had money to get cable, the Summer Olympics began. Callaway went out and got an antenna so that you could get 2 stations, and 1 of them had the Olympics. It was sweet that he remembered how much you love them.

He gave you a gift in an NSYNC bag.

He took you bowling and said he'd give you a massage if you won. When you lost, he gave you one anyway. 

He said "I haven't come home with flowers for no reason in a while. So I got you a lottery ticket."

He mowed your initials into the lawn.

When you started dating, he went out and bought strawberry Pop Tarts so there would always be at least one thing for you to eat when you went to his apartment.

He said "You're like a thousand fully functioning channels of HD."

When you later read him the quote about the HD thing he said "Make it two million."


A few weeks after you were married, the tiara you wore on your wedding day was sitting on the kitchen table. Callaway was pushing it around and you said "Go ahead, honey, put on your crown" thinking it would be cute to see your new husband in a tiara. And he came over to you, grabbed you by your knees, and tried to put you on his head.


{Proverbs 12:4- A worthy wife is her husband's crown and joy, a shameful wife saps his strength.}


Anyway, those are some of my faves. I hope you have a wonderful Valentine's Day and celebrate the people who love you in all the many different versions of the word. XOXO



So, I slept something like an hour last night, asked for blogging help on twitter, and everything suggested was even too much for my little brain to handle. I can't do this today. So, instead, here's a little fact about Kiera:

When I was in the fifth grade, I had a crush on Bart Simpson. Even though I had to be something like ten or eleven, I still couldn't process the fact that he was a cartoon, therefore not real, and that the ability for us to actually be together would require Easter Bunny-like levels of magic. In fact, I think it took months for me to figure that out, all the while wearing my Bart Simpson watch to school everyday, thinking I was normal because all the other girls had celebrity crushes too.

There. And now I live with people in my head whining to me about telling their stories. Turned out fine.