I keep telling myself that I’m going to be a good blogger. SUCH a good blogger. One of those dependable, accountable ones who follows a schedule and is all about tidiness and consistency and showing up to appointments on time and remembering to water the plants.
However, as we inch closer and closer to December, it’s becoming more and more apparent that all my good intentions and my attempts at time-management are … kind of a lie.
The reason for this is that oh-my-god-you-guys, Paper Valentine comes out in less than three months! (How did that happen?)
That is SO soon, and I haven’t even really talked much about it, or about writing it, or my playlists or my research or anything, and man—I should really do that.
The other big, demanding thing is that I am currently writing a book. Which, no matter how responsible and organized I try to be, takes a lot of time. Like, a LOT.
It’s due in December, which seems totally achievable and also like I will never, ever get there in time, because I’m at that stage where I can simultaneously feel elated over how unassailably cool this story wants to be, and dismal over how far it currently is from my epic, epic vision.
And then I get scattered and overwhelmed and wind up holding random contests for random prizes. (Which you still have time to enter, by the way! The prizes are really good—I promise. Even though neither you nor I know for certain what they will be.)
So, because I have now officially entered the realm of totally erratic and kind of twitchy, here is some music from my current, title-less, and unassailably-awesome (oh-my-god-I-hope-please-please) work in progress:
Now, use these two disparate things to make up a story in your head!
(That’s what I’m doing.)