The Power of Music Amidst Chaos

Music has always been a comfort to me in times of stress. Remember when the only way you could listen to your favorite song was on the radio? There was only one radio station I listened to, the one that had Casey Kasem’s Top 40 every Saturday morning.

This was the 70’s. Either you listened to your song on the radio or you bought the single, or if you were really lucky, the whole album. We weren’t wealthy, and to buy an entire album was a huge deal. In those days, I spent a lot of time deciding which album would be mine.

I loved Elton John from the very beginning. Around 1972, I saved my allowance to buy his Friends album. I listened to it constantly. “Madman Across the Water” on Tumbleweed Connection made me cry. My friend Diane and I saw him in concert during his big eyeglasses stage. More than anything, I wanted to be one of his backup dancers. I still do.

Back then, I used music to escape the tumultuous world around me. There was a lot of unrest going on in the world, and although I lived a sheltered life, I could feel the waves of rebellion around me. I hid with my music and my books. Music was a way for me to manage my emotions. Remember the scene from Cameron Crowe’s Almost Famous, when they’re in the bus, mad at each other? Then someone plays “Tiny Dancer,” and they start singing? It was like that.

Nowadays, music continues to be a comfort. But it also enables me to make connections between the many songs in my head and what’s going on in the world. If a song is running through my mind constantly, it’s usually because it can be applied to what’s happening around me.

This last week, the Elton John song, “Madman Across the Water” is ever-present. The mood and melody of the song reflect the fear, hate, and uncertainty in the world, and the manipulation of those emotions by opportunistic individuals and groups vying for power. It’s gut-wrenching.

Why listen to a song if it makes me cry? Because it’s beautiful. Because it offers a release, as music always does. And most of all, because it reminds me that despite the upheaval in the world, there is beauty in the creation of melody and lyrics and the power they possess to move and uplift. And that gives me hope. I hope it does the same for you.

Does music move and inspire you? What do you listen to when you need shelter?



ISBN Grateful Again

It’s a hot summer already,  and it won’t be letting up for a while. If you ask me, it’s a really good time to hole up in the air conditioning and read a good book.

I’m singing and dancing because  Monday I got to share the cover for Heartbeat of the Moon, Book #2 of my Rhythm of the Moon series:

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Have you ever been hot and cold at the same time? I’m hot because…well…I mean, look at Ian! And I’ve got the shivers  thinking about what Maggie and Ian must go through to keep their  love, and each other, alive.

I’m singing because I’m grateful for the opportunity to share my historical romance with readers. I have a great editor who gets my writing, and a family who supports, accepts, and tolerates my eccentric writer behavior. And I’m thankful for the many writers who have mentored and encouraged me along the way, and the Wild Rose Press for giving me a chance.

I’m dancing because I’m excited to share a few lines with you.

Maggie and Ian’s story begins in Mercy of the Moon, Book #1.

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Here’s the first paragraph:

“The sun sulked low in the sky as Maggie Wilson stood over her sister’s grave in the kirkyard of St. Agnes the Virgin, the ancient church towering over her in judgment. Perhaps if she had not been away when Sarah had borne her child, she could have saved her. The midwife of the town of King’s Harbour knew well that death all too often triumphed over valor. But must it be Sarah?”

Here’s a random line from Ian in Heartbeat of the Moon:

“Distance has not dulled the memory of you: the grey of your eyes, dark as an undertow when you are vexed, your black hair spread like fine Chinese silk over my bare chest, your wide hips my comfort and my compass.”

That’s all for now. I’d love to hear from you.

Thanks for joining me as I celebrate this second book milestone.