So much CRAP to do still!

Yesterday I actually made a dent in that case of writers' cramp by forcing myself to write anyway, trying to mechanically work on the idea until the usual flow began and it stopped feeling like work.  As usual I got my Last.FM going to help with that; my Zen was charging at the time.

Nothing got done until my radio managed to start buffering a track, got about a 1/32 note into it before pausing to get the rest of the data, but that was all I needed to hear, because I knew, with the sound of that amorphous electric guitar, that the track that was being queued was the Cocteau Twins' "Serpentskirt."  After that kicked in I kind of kicked back and relaxed, enjoying the sound of the track as I do, and listened.  By the time the track ended I'd gotten into the writing again.

Today, there isn't enough time to see if it works again; I have to go to algebra class in about fifteen minutes.  Tomorrow though, if work is slow, then I'll be writing like a madwoman.