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Tuesday, May 23, 2006

That's Where It Came From!

I'm sitting here listening to my iPod and writing. Well, really reading what I wrote and adding words, taking away words, etc. A little writing mathematics, if you will.

So I'm listening to Sheryl Crow (Tuesday Night Music Club CD - only 1 song on that entire CD I don't like, otherwise, great) and the song playing is "I Can't Cry Anymore." And the line that hit me was,

"...with my heart in my hands waiting for time to come and mend it."

And I'm like, wait a minute. I have a line just like that in this damn story. So that scroll button is a workin' on the mouse and I found it. My now deflowered virgin hero has found the love of his life after she ran out on him after deflowering him, and he's pissed at her. And he really wants her. And he's madly in love with her. So this is what he tells her,

“Am I a complete idiot to feel this way about you, Janie? Is it totally one-sided? Am I feeling this way because you were my first? 'Cos I'm standing here with my heart in my hands, ready to offer it to you and I feel like you're getting ready to stomp all over it.”

You just feel so damn original when you write something that you think is good, and then you realize a song crept into your brain and stayed there, and it bleeds out all over the page as you're writing. That's not the first time I've done that, and I'm sure it's not the last.

Hell, the title from this thing comes from a Madonna song. I guess music has been my muse.

Music and pictures of hot guys.