The job change threw me off my game and I haven't written more than 300 words this past week. Between the stress of the new schedule and the physical nature of my new assignment, I've been a puddle of pain. Swollen hands make typing a bitch. Today I am leaping back on the proverbial horse and exercising my writing muscles.

When I last visited my characters, they were discussing a porn their dead friend starred in close to the end of her marriage. I've sure there is a poorly written flashback involved. My brain was unraveling close to the end of the retreat. The proof is in the pirates and zombies I added to a woman's fiction novel.

*headdesk*

The fact this depressing novel filled with drug addiction, suicide, and rape was written while listening to Fall Out Boy amuses me. My novel is more depressing than it's soundtrack. :P

Yes, I'm still obsessed. I am convinced there isn't a situation that Fall Out Boy doesn't have a song for. (I'm starting to wonder if my obsession isn't about the music and is more about the boys playing the music. I am a freak.)

and lastly, my past has caught up with me via Facebook. An old friend found and added me. This of course created the avalanche of "if you know this person you might also know this one." My current life and my previous one are merging. I'm not sure how I feel about this. It is a bit strange.
I thought listening to FOB for hours on end would make me sick and my obessession would cease, freeing me up to listen to other bands. What a silly, little girl I am. It just made more of an obessive freak. My kids are starting to notice and I saw the look Ben gave me when I mentioned Pete Wentz in a recent conversation. There is an intervention in the air, I can smell it.

Concerned Friends:

"We love you Shay and we want to save you from your musicality."(they toss ripped CDs of cool indie music at me, afraid to get too close in case FOB obsession is catching)

Me:


"Thnks Fr th mmrs"(I try to ignore the music piled at my feet. Pete and Patrick 4-EVAR!)


Friends:

"It's worse than we thought. She has lost her vowels!" Quick play some JoCo to snap her out of it!" (Code Monkey get up...)

Me:

(said angrily) "Don't you know Who I Think I AM!"

Friends:

(throwing hands up in air) "We give up! I guess we should be thankful, it could've been Britney."

*embraces obsession*

It will pass soon I think. I put some other stuff on my media player to draw my attention in another direction.

P.S. No disrespect for Briteny or those her love her. I needed a name. :)

P.S.S. Hum Hallelujah is an awesome song! Check it out!

*headdesk*
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