Who is Rebecca Belliston?

(composing)

I’ve been in a musical mood of late. Yes, I’m still writing, trying to finish Augustina (sequel to Sadie) before I get back to my trilogy. But this week I’ve been drawn to the piano. And the guitar. And to my manuscript paper. I arranged a song last night, How Great Thou Art, in the fastest time I think I’ve ever arranged a song. And I didn’t do it for anyone but myself. Maybe that’s why it came so quickly. I’m often asked by others to arrange things or compose things and I always say yes because I love it! But it’s been so long since I’ve goofed around and composed for the fun of composing. Now to get it onto paper…

Part of this musical kick inspired me to move my compositions to a new website, called Musicaneo.com. It’s a great website if you want to check it out and it allows me to–hopefully–get my music to a broader audience. Right now, I have 13 songs up (including sound clips). Hopefully when I get time (HA!!) I’ll add more, including this newest one.

But I had a dilemma. Musicaneo asked for my bio. In my mind I was thinking, I have several. Which do you want? And then I realized, ugh. None of them. None of my online or book bios really capture the musical side of me. Time to write a new bio.

Unless you’ve had to write a bio for yourself recently, you may not fully understand the dilemma of defining yourself to others. It’s a crazy thing. A little neurotic at times. Narcissistic at others. How do I sum up 36 years of a million memories, experiences, hobbies, and/or obsessions? I don’t know. There’s probably as many ways to write a bio as there are experiences. This music bio ended up quite different than my website one, or facebook one, or my twitter account, or goodreads account, or heck, even the bio here on blogger. Is that a good thing? I don’t know. My head is spinning a little, but so be it. I figure I’ll keep writing bios and tailor them to whatever venue is asking for them. Until then, here’s the musical side of me from Musicaneo.com:

I love music. I love the way it affects me and changes bad moods into great ones. I’ve loved it since the day I was born–or so I’ve been told. 
I started playing piano at four (officially) and haven’t stopped since. I teach piano. My husband plays piano. All my kids play–a must. It’s just a part of who I am. I studied music at Brigham Young University and Utah State University, and while I never got a degree, the classes have stayed with me and increased my appreciation for the mechanics of music. I also play guitar and organ, and have sung in, accompanied, or directed amateur choirs for twenty-some years. 
Almost as soon as I could play the piano, I started writing songs. My Christmas choral number, For There’s A Savior Born , is a best-seller at Jackman Music. Some of my other compositions are on this website for your enjoyment.
Besides writing music, I also write fiction. I have one novel published, Sadie, which has music interwoven into the plot. What can I say? I couldn’t resist. 
You can find me online at rebeccabelliston.com

*sigh* 
Do I feel like I’m being pulled in a million directions? Yes. Do I absolutely, completely, and obsessively love it? 
YES!!!
Call me crazy. (Everyone else does.)
How about you? Have you written your own bio lately? How did you do? Do you have different bios for different places? Do you have any chocolate you can send to me? I’m in serious need.
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Author: Rebecca Belliston @rlbelliston

Hopeless romantic and author of CITIZENS OF LOGAN POND, SADIE and AUGUSTINA. Music nerd and composer of RELIGIOUS and CLASSICAL-STYLE music. I live in Michigan with my husband and five kids.

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