Over the past ten years, I’ve been concentrating on writing scripts. When it came to complete my unfinished novel, I realised that I was having more trouble than I originally thought.
This baffled me for several months. I had plenty of plot ideas for stories/novels so I couldn’t be suffering from writer’s block – at least not that sort. It wasn’t that I didn’t have the characters to bring the story forward. In fact, I had the dialogue pretty much down pat. Then I hit me. My main problem was my inability to write detailed descriptions of certain scenes and characters which make up the bulk of a novel.
It’s been nearly 5 years since I’ve written any substantial as I’ve been attempting to work my way through severe writer’s block. Then the other day, I found myself thinking – I started writing since high school – much longer than any other interests I have picked up over the years. Why should I stop now?
Today, I completed reading one of my favourite childhood classics, Wind in the Willows, and it got me thinking; What would the world of Ratty, Mole, Badger and Toad have actually sounded like?
No, it’s not what you think, I’m not trying to learn how to breathe. I’ve pretty much worked that one out. What I’ve been trying to achieve is something far more interesting – how to slow your breathing down by listening to sound alone. I believe I might have achieved it to an extent. By gradually decreasing the frequency of an ambient soundscape (in this case, an airport), I think I’ve managed to create a sound that will literally take your breath away.