I’ve come to the realization that some of my more recent posts have been less about writing and more about, well, I don’t know, random life tidbits? But I don’t write in a vacuum (hopefully I just cleared that up for some of you), and why is it so hard to spell vacuum?? Two c’s? Two u’s? I can never remember. Anyway, life is obviously still happening as I write, and I think I should weave it into my blog.
Yesterday was a difficult writing day. I didn’t quite hit the word count I wanted, and I just could not find my creative place. And today, I seem to have ideas coming out of my ears. Such is life.
So, I have some questions for you. Sometimes I like to write to a soundtrack. Not like the Bodyguard soundtrack or something, but, you know a mix of my own creation, well, Pandora’s creation. I’ve got my Doo-wop music when I’m writing the 1950’s sections of the novel and a little ‘Jack and Diane’ when I switch to the early 1980’s. I’m also a fan of the foreign language stations because as much as I would like to, I can’t distract myself and sing along. I like to imagine there is a disgruntled DJ in desperate need of attention operating the Pandora playlists. He throws in those random songs to see if you’re even paying attention, and he likes to stop playing music every twenty minutes. “Are you listening? I’m not playing these songs for my health. I’m so unappreciated.” Oh yeah, I had some questions. What are your working soundtracks? What are you listening to at work? I need to shake things up.
Painting Update: After a long day, Justen (my husband; I’m tired of always typing out my husband) and I got home at around 9:00pm and decided to remove the painters tape from both bathrooms we painted on Sunday. We were so full of ourselves this weekend. These bathrooms are going to look great! Aren’t we such a good team? We should pretty much paint for a living. Our hearts were shattered last night when we removed not only the blue tape, but chunks of paint from the wall and laid our eyes on splotches that had leaked through. After we had thoroughly snapped at one another, he tried to stick some crumpled tape down my pants. By the third time, I finally laughed. Our little ways of saying “I’m sorry.” We are heading back to Home Depot this week in search of answers and maybe a painting class, but I have taped and painted before with a much better outcome. Any tips? We are using a paint and primer in one, and I’m pretty sure we left the tape on too long. Help…
Are you still listening?