Monday Earworm: Eric Carmen

Over the weekend we started watching the third season of Stranger Things. I love this show; the writing and acting have always been so good. I’m not a fan of horror myself, so this show is definitely the creepiest thing I’ve ever willingly watched on television.

I admit, though, the first episode of S3 felt a little transitional to me, but maybe that’s because the incredible friendship dynamic that feels to me like the foundation of these characters wasn’t solid in episode 1. Adolescence is rough stuff. This is not a show I binge-watch (I almost never binge-watch anything), so I’m hoping things will get better. Please, no spoilers.

But anyway, the 80s are on my mind — 80s music in particular — and this song is now stuck in my head. The video for it is so cringe-worthy, it becomes almost funny while still making me feel a little embarrassed for having gone through that decade in the first place. And now I’m inviting you to share my hilariously melodramatic misery.

What’s your favorite amusing cringey moment from this video? Tell us in the comments!

 

 

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Monday Earworm: Florence + The Machine (and My DFWCon Wrap-Up)

I’ve been a little absent on the blog this past month or so because I’ve been traveling quite a bit for my writing. You’ll hear about some of my trips a bit later because I’m also on book deadline and neck-deep in edits for two projects. Wheee!

Last weekend, though, I attended DFWCon in the Dallas area, which is my favorite writing conference ever. It’s the only one I still make sure to attend every year, and it was recently voted the Best Writing Conference in Texas, so there’s that. (You can already register for next year, by the way, and the super early bird price lasts until July 6th. I recommend it. Just click on register and choose the 2020 option from Eventbrite.)

Aside from pitching to agents and seeing a bunch of my friends who don’t live in Houston and having the chance to network with other people in the writing industry, a good conference gives me the opportunity for professional development. Sometimes this means classes on craft, and sometimes seminars on the business side of writing. (I don’t want to give away too much just yet on projects in the works, but there’s a strong chance you’ll find Instagram and a podcast in my future.)

One of the highlights of the conference this year was meeting and hanging out with this guy, whose blog is one of my very favorites. His books on writing craft are also top-notch fun.

Chuck Wendig is really excellent.

Among the most fun classes I attended there was Liara Tamani’s Poetic Prose, a subject I hold near and dear as a cross-genre writer. She talked about what makes lyrical prose stand out and gave us some exercises on how to create it ourselves. Although this is a subject I already know, I liked having the exercises to jumpstart my creative voice at 8:00 on a Sunday morning. I may be super conversational on the blog in an earworm post, but crafting lyrical prose in my more formal creative work is fun.

On the way home from Dallas, this song came on my iPod, and when Aaron commented on its layers, it occurred to me that some features in it are a pretty good example of this kind of writing. What’s your favorite line in this song? Leave it in the comments!

Also, if you have any favorite Instagram accounts or podcasts, leave those in the comments too. I’m interested.

 

 

Monday Earworm: Genesis

I haven’t been posting this month because I was traveling. I attended the excellent Moss Wood Retreat, a generative writing retreat that was just an amazing experience. Again. I’ll tell you more about that later, when I’m not frantically editing the novel I’m going to pitch this coming weekend at DFWCon!

In the meantime, have an earworm. This song embedded itself in my brain while I was driving between Boston and Cape Rosier on my trip. I was entranced by this video back in the day, when the Sid and Marty Krofft puppets were The It Thing. They even had their own political satire show every weekend that aired after Saturday Night Live. Good stuff.

Enjoy. Take it to heart. Peace out.

Monday Earworm: Red Hot Chili Peppers (Spring Break Edition)

So last week was our Spring Break, and we were invited to visit some friends at the top of a mountain in Colorado, which we did. And there, this Gulf Coast girl saw snow. Like, all the snow. Every last flake of it. More snow than I’ve ever seen in my life, collectively, including in photographs and movies. More snow than in movies about Middle Earth, maybe more snow than on the tundra. And more of it kept falling on us the whole time we were there.

It was beautiful and glorious and maybe one of the most awesome things ever.

I tried skiing, and I will probably never attempt this again. In fact, should I ever find myself stranded atop a snowy mountain I will either have to scoot down the slope on my bottom or have to be rescued by helicopter. How I will get up there in the first place remains a mystery, too, since I’m sure not getting on a ski lift willingly. In the grandest maneuver I managed during my morning of ski school, I slid down a modest hill on my back, screaming for help. I’m sure it was hilarious. I was not hurt and honestly, not even embarrassed, just happy to get out of those skis and sit in a snowdrift watching my family enjoy themselves. (For comparison, Tiny Beowulf was running blues by his third day on the slopes.)

Those little brown sticks poking out of the snow are the tops of a highway fence that is as tall as I am.

I rather liked sledding, though, and building a snowman, and simply sifting through the extraordinary stuff. It was like powdered sugar that’s had a little humidity and then been cooled down. Quite fun to stop around in and crunch underfoot.

I helped make this snow man. It has a Cheeto face, but the antlers were my idea.

Now, I’m pretty sure the snow in this song is not the same as the snow I experienced, because hey oh, Red Hot Chili Peppers. But whatever. Did you know they put on the best concert ever? Going to rock concerts is sort of a hobby of mine, and RHCP is one of the best I’ve ever seen, if not the number one ever.

Enjoy!