All I’ve been doing lately is writing. I need to sit down and tell you all about it and I will, soon, but for now I thought I’d share the music I listen to when I write. A lot of it has been curated from various Songza playlists or things I’ve stumbled upon on Youtube.
My playlist is usually instrumental because that’s what I find easiest to write to, but if there are lyrics they have to be the sort that don’t distract.
Tribute Blend is back in season at Starbucks and I’m sipping on that this morning. I appreciate that it always comes back in time for the spring Readathon. Have you signed up for that yet? Just one more week!
It may seem a little out of place in this post, but I don’t think I could let this day pass without acknowledging the 20th anniversary of the Oklahoma City bombing. This morning I got up to watch the memorial service, which is still going on as a type this. It’s been a beautiful tribute.
Book shelf curtain — I’m considering doing this with my bookshelves in the study. I find it difficult to concentrate when I am in there because of the cacophony of books and I wonder if this might help.
Karen was talking about Pinterest over on her blog, and it made me think maybe I should share a board with you all every once in a while. It’s been terrific for me to put boards together for garden projects, writing, and Desire Mapping. If you want to rest your brain a little, take a look at my peaceful (core desired feeling) board.
I look back fondly on the time that I spent living alone, cooking for one, and just getting by. It was a special time. Very different and sometimes a little lonely, but when I think about those days I smile. And I think of Stracciatella alla Romana and whipping up a tiny pot of that late in the evening.
Where No One Should Go — I listened to this story, frozen and prostrate on my bed in the middle of the night. It’s simultaneously terrifying and awe-inspiring. Thinking about things like extreme depth, claustrophobic spaces, and endless darkness really affects me, so the deepest kind of deep-sea (cave) diving is one of the worst things I can imagine. But listen. It’s good.