The Killing Type

Two days behind, and what am I doing? Blogging. And getting ready to go to the store to get some milk so that I can make cornbread tomorrow. It's been weeks since I've had Sunday dinner, and I'm missing it BIG time.

I've been in hard core writer's block all morning. I'm hoping getting out and walking will help my brain decide what to write. After I finish writing/work/music homework, I might treat myself to watching THE BLIND SIDE. Or maybe I'll go see BIELZY AND GOTTFRIED (the fantastically amazing play that my college is putting on) again, dragging fellow NaNo-er and best write-in neighbor Brick.

(Is that her real name? No. But since when have I actually used real names here?)

Last night Brick came over and we had ourselves a nice little write-in, and she showed me a song by Amanda Palmer (wife of Neil Gaiman, one of my heroes) called THE KILLING TYPE. I hadn't realized until that moment just what the main character was like until I heard this song, because this song was someone talking to my main character, and it was revelatory. This is going to be a very interesting story, because it's going to be my main character's story about the other character. Kind of a mix between THE PERKS OF BEING A WALLFLOWER and THIRTEEN REASONS WHY.

Maybe before I make this comparison, I should actually finish reading THE PERKS OF BEING A WALLFLOWER.