My Beats

Right now (not at this very moment, because, well, I’m writing this blog post) I am writing a high fantasy novel and fighting the never-ending battle for the keyboard with The Cat (that is a war that is raging on as I type this.) For every battle, there must be strategy, strength, stealth, an appropriate playlist!

Doomsday Playlist

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: music makes the mood or breaks the mood. The most appropriate songs for my work-in-progress are:

  1. Medicate or Stimulate (yes, I realize it’s about drug use, but my main character is in a mental institution and believes he is hallucinating half the time because freaky things are happening.)
  2. Yellow Flicker Beat (appropriate in that he’s somewhat of an outcast at the beginning of the book. Doesn’t quite have his place yet.)

The LEAST appropriate songs for my WIP’s playlist are:

  1. Merry Happy (Hahahahahahahahha!)
  2. Kiss From a Rose (I’m keeping it because I’m a 90s girl at heart and love the song to pieces.)

And Space Oddity is in there because, come on, I need me some Bowie. Still sad 😦

Hope all’s well out there IRL.

Keep your pen on the page,
Beth

From the Weekend

This past weekend was full of trying to keep up with writing assignments for a free online class (there is no grading/credits on this one.) In the (approximate) words of my Critique Circle friend Sassy: if this welcome week is supposed to be fun and relaxed, I’ll be dead by the end of the actual course.

The creative writing course runs for eight weeks, so it’ll run into NaNoWriMo. Uh-oh. We’ll see if I can pull this thing off.

But back to the weekend.

I have another writing project stewing in my brain. Because ninety-three weren’t enough. It’s dystopian. Yes, I know that fad’s on the way out. But I don’t write to the fads 🙂 All’s well.

Did I mention that THIAG has been subbed? No? Well, now you’ve been informed. That makes 11+ pieces out in the publishing world, waiting for answers.

That’s all-ish. Have a great week. I’ll maybe see you Friday (my eyes are EVERYWHERE), but until then…

Keep your pen on the page,
Beth

P.S.

For your viewing pleasure:

A little old man singing about whipping mayonnaise. <–That’s a clicky, just fyi. Seriously, who doesn’t love to watch a 98-year-old gentleman get the words wrong to a pop song?