Soundtrack: THE HEART IS A REAL PLACE



In the past I have shared playlists that I listen to while writing for inspiration—and similarly I  listen to music when I am reading. So, this playlist is (for me) the soundtrack that was created as my story unfolded. It speaks to the heart-PLACEs of the characters—it embodies the spirit of the story, its characters, the highs, lows—ebbs and flows of growth and emotions that accompanied their journeys.  I am actually looking forward to listening to it again when I have my finished book in my hands—and I am reading it, for the first time, as a reader and not the author.🎶📖 📚  ✍🏾 

And I hope you enjoy it and that it invites you into the future pages that will accompany it!

THIARP Playlist:

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