Speaking what can’t be expressed

I’m not one of those people who can write to music. I’m just not. Or, at least, so I thought. About two weeks I bought an album I’d been meaning to buy for months.

I’d heard a few Mumford & Sons songs on Sirius—BBC Radio 1 loves “The Cave” while Hits 1 is all about “Little Lion Man”—and finally got around to bringing up iTunes and buying the whole album. And holy crap. Holy freaking crap. There is a song on this album that captures my manuscript so perfectly it’s like they’re long lost cousins. Or star-crossed lovers. Or a sparkly vampire and an annoying high school student. Meant.To.Be.Ya’ll.

The song is “White Blank Page.” Ever since I discovered it, it’s been on constant replay on my iPod. It’s held my hand and guided me through the last of my revisions. It’s helped me flesh out characters. It’s helped me add more emotion to scenes that needed it. Basically, I owe this song big time. Here, have a listen.