Writing

I start back to school on Tuesday - eek.  To get into the swing of things or maybe as my new coping mechanism that the warming days has started to regrow - but I've been writing some more.  I have become a little pack rat carrying around pieces of paper I've written on... anyways I am conscious that I'm not sure about the narration - it sounds very much like my posts, and while I love this format a part of me LOATHES chick literature.  To be honest I think it stunts people's ability to accept beautiful complex literature, and I don't know how to avoid contributing to that, anyways, structure will get written in somewhere but right now I'm trying not to stunt the process.

Anyways the point to this is I love music, and sometimes the music starts the writing process and sometimes it comes to mind during the process.  The first song came to mind yesterday as I was writing in a cafe waiting for my acupuncture appointment and having just survived sitting next to AB in the doctor's office waiting room.  The second I came across watching Bones - like House they can have amazing songs.

Specifically the line "making every kind of silence" but hell the whole song has distinct moments of truth - the whole holding on to make it work part - not so much and I do know it ended because of personalities - mine that depended on growth and his wanted a free spirit in the lack of commitment part