musings

I am writing a book. So I'm listening to 80s cult classic heavy pop music to get me in the mood. It's interesting because I didn't go to junior high in the 80s, yet the music is where I draw some of my inspiration. My protagonist is in junior high and she's based somewhatish on yours truly. A little daunted by this undertaking, because it's my first full attempt at a YA novel. I figure that this summer, should I go summer jobless, I'll devote much of my time to novel composing. And 80s music. Lots of the 80s up in hur.

The move to the married people house is done in small doses. I grabbed a section of hangers, some with clothes still hanging for dear life, from my closet and shoved the armful in my passenger car seat. Another drive back and forth. I did get to watch The King's Speech at my parents' house though. thunder. <--That's what I just heard. I have headphones on, the TV on, yet the thunder still creeps into conversation. I like using creeps as a verb. It's less offensive than the noun form.

I may get to spend some of the night in the company of a good friend. Once I got married my time was spent more in more staring at the walls of my new house wondering where I was going to start--unpacking or cleaning? Cooking or laundry? So, it's nice to get to stroll about the town in the evening and leave those concerns for another day.

Always something there to remind me.

Random tip: Let your husband sleep on the couch when he wants to. It's one heckofuva couch.