It was early to the middle of January when I was still debating whether to write a Big Bang story. I remember I couldn't stop thinking about it even though I knew I would be taking too much on. About halfway through writing the story (April) I came upon some old notes in the little red notebook I carry around with me everywhere.
I'm a stickler for as much detail as will give the story a sense of reality. What I think is weird is that sometimes, I'll make something up, and then go look it up out of curiosity, only to find out I was pretty much on the money. Serendipity? Or an obsession about thus and such subject to the point where I'm picking up stuff I'm not even aware of? I don't know, and maybe it doesn't matter.
Music has always been a shot in the arm to inspire me and give me ideas and get me to thinking. Towards the latter part of April, the writing wasn't going very well, and I was desperate, so I put my Ipod on shuffle and took notes of everything that sounded good. Some of those made the cut, others didn't.