When Life just blows....

The problem? Writer's block.

The solution? Music!!

I've always written with music going in the background. Every book has it's music and every book's music has been different. When we moved into the MIL's house, I've felt it was a bit rude to sit around with headphones on all of the time.

Now, since I've figured out that music has been what's missing and blocking my writing, I really don't care how it seems. She can talk about how rude it is all she wants...I won't be able to hear her :-)

Target has ended up with several different types of music, but we (the characters and I) have ended up on an Enrique Iglesias kick for the finish.

Soul Mates (the vampire novel) has ended up with The Crystal Method. I can't tell you how it helped me to capture the club scene in the beginning. If anyone has any high-energy, gritty, edgy mixes to recommend...I'd REALLY appreciate it! I've got 6 weeks to finish the novel and I know I'm going to get tired of TCM by then.

A song that I fell totally in love with recently was "Over and Over" by Nelly & Tim McGraw. I love the beat/feel of it and it's the perfect sex music. In my "writing sex" folder I've really only got: Sarah McLachlan and Enya. I'm looking for more things like "Over and Over" so I can get a different tone for some of my scenes.

Any other recommendations??

This is getting old...

We've been living here with the MIL since February 15th...and I've been sick the entire time we've been here.

Seriously.

I think there have been 2 days that I've actually felt like it was ok to be alive. The worst thing...is that I know what's making me sick.

It's this little creature right here:



No, that's not her (because I'm too lazy to go find my cell phone and take a pic) but it's damn near identical. The only thing, is that I think my MIL's has more hair.

In the short amount of time in living here, I've sort of developed a love/hate type relationship with this cat. She's sweet and lovable, but...

Here's what I've grown to hate:

• Not being able to breathe.
• Coughing, sneezing, wheezing, and being totally and completely miserable for 24 hours a day.
• That I find cat hairs floating through the air over the stove while I'm cooking.
• Taking a bite of food, only to realize that I've just ingested a cat hair.
• Stepping in cat puke made of hair and....something else unidentifiable.
• That she seems to know I'm allergic to her, and suddenly her favorite place to sleep during the day is on MY pillow!
• That no matter how much I vaccuum, I can't sit on any piece of living room furniture without coming away covered in long, white cat hair. ICK!
• The way she follows me around, wanting me to pick her up and hold her, giving me these sad fucking eyes when I start sneezing and have to go blow my nose.

This shit is getting mighty old!

*wanders off to go vacuum her pillow and to contemplate shaving the cat*