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Ten freewrite pieces all written during the duration of their song...

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Song #1 – Wait For You – Elliot Yamin

It had been years since he'd seen her face, but Jim would be able to pick it out of a crowd even today, even ten years after seeing her last. He'd had enough time to memorize it before. He gazed upon her enough times for it to have become affixed within his mind as an indelible memory. And seeing her again was only serving to taunt him.

Jim remembered vaguely what happened between them; why they parted the first time. She had looked him in his eyes, boring deeply within his pale blue gaze and told him now wasn't the right time. There were too many factors weighing in on their relationship; too many people with opinions she couldn't ignore any longer. It didn't matter how much he pleaded with her to listen to his words instead of theirs, she still left. Granted, there had been a tear in her eyes when she looked at him last, but she left anyway.

And there she was now. On the other side of the street, talking on her cell phone as though she had no idea she was being stared at. Jim swallowed deeply, his Adam's apple bobbing while he choked back the heart that shot into his throat. She wore high heels and a blue business suit. Cars passed between them on the busy patch of New York street with other pedestrians threatening to ram into him, but he didn't care. He hesitated just the same, praying she would hesitate as well and gaze in his direction.

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Song #2 – Extreme Ways - Moby

The bomb was going to detonate in exactly ten minutes, yet the spy still stole a moment to take stock of his situation. Here he was, tied to a chair, with his hands bound behind him and his ankles chained to the legs of the chair. They'd duct taped his mouth, but left his eyes open so he could watch the LCD of the bomb tick away into infinity.

All said, it was a really shitty Friday.

The spy grumbled at himself and looked around the room, searching for anything he could use to release himself from his tethers. They'd taken his knife and pistol-whipped him with his own gun when they drew it from his holster. He only considered himself lucky they didn't shoot him in the foot too while they were at it, but they might as well have. Hell, they might as well have just blown his brains out while they were at it; the room was abandoned and didn't have a sharp edge to speak of in the entire place for him to utilize.

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Song # 3 – Animal I Have Become – Three Days Grace

Knives, blades, guns, whatever. The whole house was full of them and they were all my instruments while I tortured the people who fell victim to my homicidal bloodlust. A cracked mirror on the corner of the wall remained there and on occasion I had to clean blood spatter from it after another episode between me and the monster who crept up on me from time to time. But as I stole a quick glance at its marred surface again, I noticed something that no amount of glass cleaner could erase.

My own reflection.

The man staring back at me possessed dark circles underneath his eyes and his bloodshot eyes were far more haunted than I remembered them being. My hands were still stained red with crimson after my latest episode and the cigarette perched in the corner of my mouth cast a tendril of smoke to attempt blocking the demon from his own reflection, but it was useless. I saw him anyway. And he looked back at me in an accusatory manner.

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Song #4 – Closer to Fine – Indigo Girls

The sun beat down upon her warmly as she cast her eyes toward the heavens, absorbing the brilliant rays of summer while the car continued traveling down the freeway, the top down so that her music spilled out into the surrounding countryside. She'd finally escaped. Thank God, she'd finally made it away from that damn city and there could only be good times from this point forth.

She remembered when she first moved to San Francisco, the young, eager little girl thinking she could take on the world and slay her own demons while she was at it. She joined the local theater company and performed on Saturday nights while going to college during the week. For for years she endured waitressing and chasing dreams; providing for herself and enduring herself while becoming more and more disenchanted with the life swirling around her.

Before she knew it, everything had become trite; inane. Nothing had meaning any longer and that was the moment she knew that this world she thought would provide her comfort had only sank her further into despair. It was time to get out. She knew it the moment she faced another unruly customer at the cafe and had to deal with another sour attitude. She dropped his glass of wine, her hand releasing its hold upon the crystal while it shattered at her feet. That did it. That was the straw that broke the camel's back.

She gave her notice that night. And left the next day.

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Song #5 – Mary Jane's Last Dance – Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers

As she looked down from the ledge and gazed upon the city street below, she became aware of just how high up she was. She felt the air smack against her cheek and hit the tear stains that had probably made the mascara run from her eyelashes. Oh well. So she wouldn't look like a model any longer when she was wheeled into the coroner's office. She doubted the medical examiner would want to look at what was left of Mary Jane after that anyway.

It surprised her, though, how calm she felt about this whole thing given how upset she'd been a few minutes ago. It inspired an impromptu laugh to escape from her lips while the fabric of her dress continued being tossed about by the wind. Downstairs, nobody had any idea she was out here yet. They were still drinking wine and toasting each other over the successful new fashion line while she stood here realizing her fall hadn't been nearly as successful as theirs had. It had asked too much of her; too many pills, too many nights out. Too much of a wild ride dating football heroes and movie stars. She was always a face and a body and never a person.

Nobody gave a shit where she'd come from and how she'd made it there. They didn't know about Indiana; about the little girl who grew up on a farm thinking that when she made it big, life would be so much better.

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Song #6 – Miss Independent – Kelly Clarkson

He stole her gaze from across the room and at first Wendy had to take a double take. Not that she wasn't used to guys catching her line of sight like a pack of hungry wolves with a piece of meat. She was damn good looking. Wendy knew it too, and she used it to the fullest while slithering her hands around their wallets and taking them for a ride. But this guy was different. She knew it the moment she laid eyes upon him and he knew it, too.

The tall, gorgeous piece of masculinity crossed the room, walking in a slow, deliberate pace as if giving Wendy ample opportunity to survey his wares. He wore the black suit well; it found every perfect crease and slope of his athletic body and hugged them in a way that made Wendy jealous. His smile already possessed a dare and the short, brown hair still managed to have enough of a tousle that she wanted to smooth it back. By the time he reached her, her heart was nearly pounding outward from inside her tight black dress and she'd nearly tipped the contents out of her wine glass.

Quickly compensating, Wendy held the glass upright again and cleared her throat. “Um, hi,” she said.

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Song # 7 – I'm Alright – Five For Fighting

Bill sat in the middle of the living room, poised upon the couch with his guitar perched beside him. He was tired of playing it for now; mainly because inspiration hadn't hit him after fifteen minutes of strumming idle chords, waiting for genius to strike. The melodies were all trite when they hit his ears and everything just seemed to make him think of her leaving.

Yeah it'd been a week now, and she really didn't mean anything to him, but still it was what she represented that made her breaking up with him that much of a blow to his ego. She was the fifth one in two months. The third one to only go a few days. And already she was tired of Bill and the way he lived his life. His closet wasn't tidy enough, his shoes weren't new enough, and he had that irritating habit of snoring after making love to them that, apparently, no other guy possessed.

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Song #8 – I'm About to Come Alive - Train

“Well, Mom, I don't know what to tell him anymore,” she said, whispering into the phone as though he couldn't hear her from the other room. “He's just not been himself lately. I'm beginning to suspect that he might... I don't know.”

Bob waited for her to say it, clenching his eyes shut to brace for impact. It didn't seem to matter that he'd been away from that monster for five years now, it was exactly where Sue went now that other demons had begun wriggling their way out of his closet. It was always booze. He didn't know when he'd finally be freed from the stigma, but he hoped it'd be sometime soon.

Sighing, he slipped his shoes on and attempted to straighten up his tie a bit before he walked into the kitchen and allowed his eyes to drift toward his wife. She froze a little at the sight of him, clutching the baby a little closer to her side while her eyes darted away in a guilty manner. Frowning, Bob turned toward the cabinet, reaching up for his favorite coffee cup and remembering the days when he used to slip a few sips of brandy into the bottom with his cream and sugar. These days, he took the coffee black, if just to show Sue there wasn't anything secret being slipped into the bottom. Just coffee. That was the only drug he was addicted to these days.

Somehow, she didn't seem to believe him anyway.

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Song #9 – Dead in the Water – David Gray

Arthur tossed the cigarette into the wake and held the smoke in his mouth for an extra few seconds before allowing it to slip from between his lips. Digging his hands into his pockets, he continued staring at the cityscape from the footbridge that crossed over the Schuylkill River. This fall day was a particularly cold one for Pennsylvania, but still Art only thought it fitting that it would be exactly this way. Dreary, gray, nothing but a reflection upon the way things seemed to be going for him otherwise.

She was nowhere to be seen, even though she told him she'd meet him here so they could finish their discussion. Now, he figured it was probably stupid of him to think she'd show, but then it gave him a little bit of hope that not all hope was lost. He kept wanting to believe she hadn't become as frigid as Philadelphia was right now, but he saw it her eyes the last time they had dinner and she told him she was seeing somebody else.

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Song #10 – A Sorta Fairytale – Tori Amos

“Oh yes,” she said, a wistful look developing in her eyes. “I remember that day so well.” Grandmother paused, and I knew she wasn't with us any longer. She was somewhere in the past, immersed within some sepia-toned memory as her aged lips continued speaking. “I remember him stepping off that boat with the other men, fresh from the war with smiles on their faces now that they were finally home.” She paused. The smile faltered. “I knew it'd changed him, though,” she said. “I only had to look into his eyes once to know it.”

I furrowed my brow. “What makes you say that, Grandma?” I asked.

Grandma shook her head and turned away from me as she continued putting the dishes away. “When you know somebody long enough, Selene, you know how to recognize it. I remember how he was before the war; he always had mischief in his eyes and you knew you were bound for trouble. And would love every minute.” Grandma laughed abruptly. The smile returned. “Like the time we stole his father's car.”

I laughed as well. “You stole Great-Grandpa's car?!”

“Oh yes.” She giggled again. “We took it for quite the joy ride. A couple of weeks before he set off for Europe. We knew he was leaving and he promised me a picnic at our favorite spot, right beside the lake. I brought the picnic basket and we hopped in. He didn't tell me until we were ten miles down the road that he'd snatched his dad's keys. We giggled like a couple of little kids and kept driving.”

“So what happened?” I asked, becoming more and more intrigued with the tale as she went along. “When you came back, what did Great Grandpa do?”

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I did this as kind of a dare to myself. Write whatever the hell comes to mind as a random song starts playing and stop writing the moment the song begins to fade. I originally wanted this to be all fantasy elements, but when the first song started playing, I could only see a real-life scenario and the rest fell into place like that.

I did try to change things up here and there, but for some reason men dominated the show a bit. Some people are named, some are not, and the names are all generic... but for being unedited and impromptu, it was a fun exercise. Will probably scrap this soon, but thought I'd post it first in case you wanted to take the challenge.

It was a rush and a half. :giggle: Especially when I haven't listened to half of these songs in eons to have a scene laid out inside of my head for 'em. ;)
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ikkuma Featured By Owner Aug 28, 2008  Hobbyist General Artist
an awesome idea, hon! i'm gonna go do this now, since i just found my ipod, and i'm gonna post it tomorrow! (i've already got ten songs in mind!
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yay!
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CrimsonThrenody Featured By Owner Mar 2, 2008
I can't imagine not editing something before posting it. I have to rewrite stuff at least 3 times before I am even remotely satisfied with it.

I commend you for doing something I could not! They were all thoroughly enjoyable!
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WriterOfStuff Featured By Owner Mar 3, 2008  Professional Writer
:giggle: I really hated to post this unedited, but at the same time:
1. I wanted to share it in case someone else wanted to try it.
2. I didn't want people to think my initial writing was polished and perfect, lest they kill me in my sleep. ;)

They were a lot of fun to do, all said. One or two were - eh, alright - but a couple I wouldn't mind expanding upon. Glad you enjoyed!
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CrimsonThrenody Featured By Owner Mar 3, 2008
1. It is a great idea! I think I may do it eventually when I have a day off!
2. Pffft - you are human...or humanlike, so it better not be perfect, or I will have to kill you in your sleep!
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WriterOfStuff Featured By Owner Mar 3, 2008  Professional Writer
:rofl: with a side of :ohnoes:
Give it a go; it'll get your blood pumping if nothing else. ;)
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CrimsonThrenody Featured By Owner Mar 3, 2008
No kidding! Hmmm - what to listen to

~goes a searching~
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AutumnXtian Featured By Owner Feb 9, 2008
This is really interesting, I'm going to have to do something similiar now. Music + Writing = Win.
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WriterOfStuff Featured By Owner Feb 9, 2008  Professional Writer
I actually got the initial idea from what I said to you before about writing from a playlist and comparing notes. I hit random this time, but I'm still dying to throw my suit-clad, fanged assassin into "All Mine" by Portishead. I see him everytime I hear the song. It must be destiny. ;)
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AutumnXtian Featured By Owner Feb 10, 2008
dude, that's awesome, now I can like totally steal this idea and not feel so bad >.> haha, just kidding, but I really love that song by Portishead... I think it's gotten over 300 plays on my Ipod in the last year. Actually, just talking about it, I have to go play it again. I usually think of these two roleplaying characters me and my friend play sometimes... mine is sweet sometimes (sort of) all gentle and everything... but she has absolutely no conscience or remorse and is completely crazy. My friend's character is hopelessly in love with her and will do anything to please this wanton psycopath. Lol. I love them <.<
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WriterOfStuff Featured By Owner Feb 11, 2008  Professional Writer
LOL, that sounds like an awesome combination to have fun with.
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thecarrot Featured By Owner Feb 8, 2008
ah, love it! Thats a really good idea! I might have to try it...stick my mp3 on random and show the world what I can do with an incredibly, undeniably, embarrasingly bad taste in music...
might take a few runs to get my typing up to speed though, and I'd have to learn not to sing along...hehe
I love quite a fe-what am I saying, ALL of these, and I love the element that everyone in a little cliffhanger, cos I will always wonder what happened next...
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WriterOfStuff Featured By Owner Feb 10, 2008  Professional Writer
Speaking of bad tastes in music, this seemed to pull out all of the cheesy music I have. I was thinking, "Dood, I can, like, write to Tool and Nine Inch Nails and throw the smack down on some awesome prose." Instead, what did I get?
Train. Kelly Clarkson. :dohtwo:
Still, it took me into unfamiliar waters and I enjoyed the experience. Give it a whirl, even if you only keep it to yourself. btw, thx for the :+fav:! :highfive:
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thecarrot Featured By Owner Feb 11, 2008
well, I tried the other night, but I was so tired and my ipod decided to hate me...so I didn't really get anything from it...I'll try again soon, but I'll warm up my fingers first...I can't type that fast!
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WriterOfStuff Featured By Owner Feb 11, 2008  Professional Writer
:dohtwo: Silly iPod.
It's one of those exercises that forces you to think quickly, so it's worth it just for that alone. Helps when you're in the context of the story letting ideas flow-freely through the prose, so you're not sitting there for interminable hours thinking, "Aw, shit... now what?" When the brain's used to conjuring ideas on the fly, you can rifle through possibilities like tracks on... well... an iPod. :XD: Don't think it has to be brilliance in your initial attempts.
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albonia Featured By Owner Feb 8, 2008  Professional Digital Artist
A-wow....that's really cool.

I'm sad to say that i'm only familiar with one of the songs listed, though I know of several of the bands you listed. 'Mary Jane' is the only one I recognize, and I aint no old geezer or anything. Of course, it might help to change out my Oasis CD. How about the soundtrack to Buffy's Once More With Feeling? :P lol
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WriterOfStuff Featured By Owner Feb 10, 2008  Professional Writer
w00t, Oasis! :w00t: This seemed to pull out some music I haven't listened to in eons/only reserve for special playlists and moods. I don't make a regular habit out of listening to Kelly Clarkson. :giggle:
Writing to "Once More, With Feeling" tunes would be impossible. I'd be too busy envisioning the episode. ;)
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Zer0Hawke Featured By Owner Feb 8, 2008
.. no, seriously, what did he do?? Ah, such cliff-hangers! Though, it's a brilliant exercise - listening to music and writing to it.. ... would you mind if I did the same?
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WriterOfStuff Featured By Owner Feb 8, 2008  Professional Writer
By all means, have at! I shared in the hopes it might help you guys... because none of these are all that spectacular. :giggle:
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Zer0Hawke Featured By Owner Feb 8, 2008
Yay! ^_^ Well, it's a good qriting exercise at the end of the day - it's a good ability to be able to sit down and just come up with little snippets of stories.
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WriterOfStuff Featured By Owner Feb 10, 2008  Professional Writer
It helps you learn to think on your toes, that much is for certain.
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Zer0Hawke Featured By Owner Feb 10, 2008
Totally - I'm probably gonna be doing a lot of themed free-write exercises/workshops in uni next year according to what I've heard. Good practice.
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LunaticStar Featured By Owner Feb 7, 2008
This is so cool!

I did this back in high school creative writing, but haven't since, plus mine really sucked back then. But it was so much fun.

Some of your's are really REALLY good. I'm partial to no. 1 (I'm a sucker for meloncholy love), no 2 (a sucker for spy drama), and no. 5, cuz I like the song, and its a different take on it (I'm so used to the music video) that I'd never have thought about.

And stuff.
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WriterOfStuff Featured By Owner Feb 8, 2008  Professional Writer
I really, really enjoyed playing with this. I'll have to do it again sometime. I'm surprised any of them turned out half-decent, but the spy one produced my favorite line of the whole bit ("All said, it was a really shitty Friday.") and as for the Mary Jane's Last Dance bit... :giggle:... I had to try so hard to erase that music video from my mind. As it was, the coroner allusion slipped through the cracks anyway.
That was one of 'em I hated to stop writing. I wanted to see if she'd actually jump. :evillaugh:
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LunaticStar Featured By Owner Feb 8, 2008
Hey, maybe if she'd jumped, she'd have found she could fly. >_>
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WriterOfStuff Featured By Owner Feb 10, 2008  Professional Writer
Hey, very true.
But she's gonna have to wait in line. I have a vampire, a reporter, and a wolf-in-transition to see to. And behind them, a cadre of others waiting for their chance in the limelight. Like a spy. And a revolutionary. Flying women to the back, no cutting.
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LunaticStar Featured By Owner Feb 10, 2008
XD Should have a dinner party for all of them!
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WriterOfStuff Featured By Owner Feb 11, 2008  Professional Writer
:giggle: That would be extremely chaotic.
Peter doesn't wanna share right now anyway. ;P
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LunaticStar Featured By Owner Feb 11, 2008
*demotes him to the kiddie table in the living room* Plastic knives and forks for you!
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Sacrificed-Sanity Featured By Owner Feb 7, 2008
Hah! This is awesome! I love writing stories based off songs... or telling others to do the same. I never thought of limiting myself to just the length of the song... did you pre-plan any of these, or was it just writing from the moment the song played?
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WriterOfStuff Featured By Owner Feb 7, 2008  Professional Writer
None of them were pre-planned, no. I just started writing the first thing that popped into my mind. Worked alright for some, but there were a couple that made me wince when I reread 'em. :giggle: But I forced myself to keep them unedited.
So, so much fun. It's like a time trial.
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Sacrificed-Sanity Featured By Owner Feb 7, 2008
Hmmm.... if I had my laptop with my random collection of songs, I'd do it. The PC only has my CD collection... and most of those I've already written short tales or something based on the songs. Wouldn't be fair ^^;
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WriterOfStuff Featured By Owner Feb 7, 2008  Professional Writer
I have a radio station through my Last.fm station that I used. ( [link] ) It worked out great that way, because they have a little pause between songs while it buffers and loads. Was enough time for me to shake off the last bit and start the next.
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Sacrificed-Sanity Featured By Owner Feb 7, 2008
Oh, sweet. I am so claiming residence to your station for a bit. :3 Some good songs on there... I just got finished cleaning the kitchen... I have eight roommates... six are guys... and out of those six, four are in college. You can IMAGINE the mess that was. I need some good music :3

Also: I'm cooking a nice dinner tonight for Ninja, but after I do that, and after I finish The Write Type book... totally might take on the challenge. We'll see :3
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AutumnXtian Featured By Owner Feb 10, 2008
[link] is also a great *Free* online station... you pick a band/song and they find other songs/bands with similiar qualities that they think you might like.. it's amazing.
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Sacrificed-Sanity Featured By Owner Feb 11, 2008
Thanks! Someone showed me Pandora before... it just loads really slow for me so I gave up on it ^^;
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WriterOfStuff Featured By Owner Feb 8, 2008  Professional Writer
Have at the station! My music whore-ness should be good for something, after all. ;)
:faint: Oh goodness gracious, that must have been one glorious clusterfuck of a mess. I only have one adult guy and two small boys, but they produce enough mess in their own right. (With assistance from the toddler girl.)

I actually made a nice dinner last night, too. However, now I have a kitchen to clean up. :dohtwo: Damn meals that require several different pots and pans. :shakefist:
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Sacrificed-Sanity Featured By Owner Feb 11, 2008
The only thing for me is that it's bad for writing... because I don't know a lot of the songs and I stop to try to listen to them... I did like the one Flyleaf song though... I thought of a really good short story for Tobias and Tamsyn... -Grins- Something to totally see if I still have my romance writing skills.
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WriterOfStuff Featured By Owner Feb 11, 2008  Professional Writer
Coolness! LOL, been there myself with regard to new music. I usually need old standards to conjure the writing mojo as well, until the new tunes blend into the background a bit better.
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