A writer-friend sent me a link to this post a while ago, thinking I’d enjoy reading it. I liked the idea enough to give it a shot with my N&S characters.

It’s pretty simple: a list of song lyrics that remind a writer of a character they’re writing. Fair warning, putting these posts together is way too much fun! All you writers out there should try it. . .

The blogger I linked to above included three characters in one post, but when my list of song lyrics started to get long (as we all know my posts have a tendency of doing), I decided to feature my characters one post at a time. It seemed fitting to start with my main character, Alin.

“Loving can hurt, loving can hurt sometimes/But it’s the only thing that I know” – Photograph by Ed Sheeran

“Together we touch the sky/Wherever we go we fly/Forever we know adventure’s in the air tonight” – Adventure by Matthew Parker

“We heard a voice proclaim: ‘lay your weapons down!/They’re calling off the war/On account of losing track/Of what we’re fighting for.’/So we found our way back home/Let our cuts and bruises heal/While a brand-new war began/One that no one else could feel.” -Mars by Sleeping At Last

“Stand face to face with the younger me/All of the mistakes/All of the heartbreak/Here’s what I’d do differently/I’d love like I’m not scared/Give when it’s not fair/Live life for another” -Fix My Eyes by for KING & COUNTRY

“Back when my mama used to hold me/I wish somebody woulda’ told me/If you want love, you gon’ have to go through the pain/If you want love, you gon’ have to learn how to change/If you want trust, you gon’ have to give some away” – If You Want Love by NF

Bonus – here’s some story:

“Alin could feel everything―every inch of damp soil, every piece of mossy wood, every stick pressed into the mud―through the worn leather of his boots.  The leaves around him were smearing dew onto his bare arms with wet, feathery fingers. And morning was coming, so he could feel the first promise of warmth on his face and his shoulders.

The wet, chilly winter had left the forest, leaving spring to do her work.  And that meant Alin Selvan-Tradson was off the training field, and into the forest. . .”