I’ve been feeling really off lately. I’m struggling to write all the words, or any words at all. I’m writing, but man, it’s like pulling teeth and it’s been painful. I’m just not feeling the stories that I need to write. I’m actually feeling that what I’m writing isn’t what I’m really wanting to write.
Other parts of writing life are crazy, too. Trying to get the last two book vendors, Kobo and Google Books to take down my books from Ellora’s Cave has been worse than pulling teeth. Kobo hasn’t responded at all. And Google Books said they are not, at this time, going to comply with the request. I’m still fighting it and the books will come back out, even if Kobo and Google Books won’t play nice.
So, Crazy Train seemed appropriate for the moment.
And let’s not talk about the fact that the holidays are, well, here, pretty much…
Every so often, I want some classic music. Not classical, though I love it, but classic music. The kind when it comes on you know the words without even thinking about them. Some part of your brain kicks in and your mouth starts moving and you remember every lyric, every chord, every nuance, and where you were when or who you were with at some point in the past when you were listening to it.
This is one of those classic songs.
This is one of those classic bands.
This is one of those that when they being passing on, something will be forever lost and we’ll those of us left behind will be grateful we have the memories.
What brought this on? This need for this particular song? An article I read about a park in Winslow, Arizona called Standin’ On The Corner Park. They’ve erected a statue of the late Glenn Frey, long hair and mustache circa when the song first came out. On the corner. I think that’s awesome. This is something I’d like to see some day.
This is one of those songs that I could listen to every day and never tire of it. Mainly because there are days and weeks where I do listen to it a lot. And I think I’ve done this one for Music Monday before but it bears repeating.
It’s one of those songs that tells a story… Could be fear, uncertainty, insecurity. All of the above, maybe. But the voices of Nate Ruess and P!nk together just give me chills… In a good way.
Have a great Monday and in light of the pain in the world, please hug someone you love.
Over the weekend, I was in Atlanta with DH and DS. They wanted to go to one more Braves game in Atlanta’s Turner Field before the team moves to their new stadium complex north of town next season.
I don’t much care for baseball. It’s slow. It’s mental. You’re far from the action in the pitcher’s head. Maybe it’s the between innings that I’m more bored with. I don’t know. I much prefer hard hitting, throw down football. Then again, I love golf, too, so… Yeah. I’m weird. Anyway, I’ve not written football books, or actual baseball books (yet… have a series coming, though), but baseball has featured in a couple books.