As a music fan, it's
been a week of keen despair.
Queensryche, the prog-metal masters who recently celebrated their 30th
year together, announced that they would continue on without lead singer Geoff
Tate. Holy crap. Much like people who were alive during the Kennedy
assassination and the attack on the towers of the World Trade Center, I'll
never forget where I was when I heard the news.
My son and I were driving back from the bowling alley when a DJ blurted
a cryptic comment about the band having a new singer. No, I must have heard
wrong. Geoff Tate is one of the greatest rock vocalists of all time, surely his
band mates wouldn't kick him out.
I drove home in a numb
haze of denial, assuring myself that this disaster couldn't possibly be true.
Queensryche's music has always been there for me, helping me through the myriad
highs and lows that life has thrown at me. In essence, they've provided the
soundtrack to my life.
Alas, I Googled and
found the truth. The band will never be the same. For good or ill, all members
are moving forward into an unknown future and I wish them all well.
As a writer, though, it's
been an amazing week. I've been trying to figure things out, flesh out the
details for the overall story arc of my Knights Elementalis series. I wrote the
first book on a basic premise, but now I need more…more details, more design,
just more. I've come up with a lot of groovy ideas, but none that spiked my
thermometer into the red until…
After the Queensryche
bombshell, I sat on the couch. Numb, not ready to accept the truth, I stared
mindlessly at the TV. The kids from one of those inane Nickelodeon shows
pranced around on the screen. With a tween daughter I learned to tune those
shows out a long time ago, but in the chirpy, happy background noise that it
provided…
Blammo. I got it. I
know what happens. The final scene of book four came to me as clear as if I were
watching the movie adaptation. One by
one, the info for the blanks I needed to fill came to me. Revelation.
Creativity is a ninja,
sneaks up and attacks at improbable moments. I've been attacked in the shower,
on the throne, driving, shooting hoops with the kids. And now, while looking the other way at the Queensryche
deal, I took a shuriken to the temple, which unlocked the secrets I've been
looking for.
Rock on, Ninja, rock on.
Have fun,
Scott Against the Shadow, burns a noble light.
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