La, la, lalalalaaaa…
Someone asked me the other day what music I listen to while I write. He seemed a little surprised when I said I don’t.
It’s not that I don’t like music. I do. But I can’t listen to it while I write. It’s too distracting and my chair becomes a stage and my laptop the audience as I sing along, dancing in my seat, belting out Katy Perry or Pink, maybe Adele, in a, no doubt, Grammy-winning performance. Which reminds me, I should probably put masking tape over the little web cam thingy, just in case.
Classical music doesn’t work for me, either. I sway and hum and drum my fingers on the desk instead of the keyboard.
The gentle strains of Cat Stevens are beautiful. I love Clannad with their haunting Celtic melodies. I mightn’t sing and dance with them quite like I would with Katy, but there’s still humming to be done. And swaying. Always swaying. Once I almost swayed the desk lamp onto the floor.
So the music stays off. Which is probably for the best. Or Zoe and Angus would still be waiting for me to finish their story.
And that brings me to the next picture teaser for Over the Edge. This one is courtesy of my sister-in-law, who didn’t miss a beat when I rang her a couple of weeks ago and said…
“Um, you know that decorative pewter starfish in your bathroom? Do you think you could take a photo of it on your living room floor for me? With a dog leash? Please?”
And here it is