Music Monday

I’m in a giving mood today, so I figured I would share another song from the DEFINITELY, MAYBE IN LOVE playlist. I know…I’m a giver.

Spring loves music, and she’s kind of got a thing for angry chick rock. You know how it is, sometimes it’s nice to get in your car and blast a little Alanis. We’ve all been there. Here’s a little honey from Kelly Clarkson. Girl friend not only wales, but she can also write one mean hate song.

By the way, the whole of Spring’s playlist (and an iPod) is up for grabs on hypable.com. Clicky-click HERE to see all the deets. Until then, enjoy:

Chivas

“Baby, I can’t stand the sight of your face.
Baby, I don’t even wanna hear your name…

So much for true love, I’ll take the chivas instead…”

Music Monday

I’m in a giving mood today, so I figured I would share another song from the DEFINITELY, MAYBE IN LOVE playlist. I know…I’m a giver.

Spring loves music, and she’s kind of got a thing for angry chick rock. You know how it is, sometimes it’s nice to get in your car and blast a little Alanis. We’ve all been there. Here’s a little honey from Kelly Clarkson. Girl friend not only wales, but she can also write one mean hate song.

By the way, the whole of Spring’s playlist (and an iPod) is up for grabs on hypable.com. Clicky-click HERE to see all the deets. Until then, enjoy:

Chivas

“Baby, I can’t stand the sight of your face.
Baby, I don’t even wanna hear your name…

So much for true love, I’ll take the chivas instead…”

The rest is still unwritten…

This week, I shall be starting on a brand new shiny story. It’s so thrilling as a writer to have only a tiny idea that I know (fingers crossed!) is going to blossom into something fun and obsessive and smexy and insomnia-causing and so totally mad-awesome.

As I mentally prepare, I keep chanting this song over and over. She seems to be singing to me, yo.

“I’m just beginning. Pen in my hand, ending unplanned…”

The rest is still unwritten…

This week, I shall be starting on a brand new shiny story. It’s so thrilling as a writer to have only a tiny idea that I know (fingers crossed!) is going to blossom into something fun and obsessive and smexy and insomnia-causing and so totally mad-awesome.

As I mentally prepare, I keep chanting this song over and over. She seems to be singing to me, yo.

“I’m just beginning. Pen in my hand, ending unplanned…”