Music:London Symphony Orchestra & Ian Anderson--"Too Old To Rock And Roll"
By the way, would somebody explain to my guiltmonkey that nearly half a novel in 43 days (~1K a day) is really quite a respectable rate of production? And also explain to it that the writing isn't nearly as bad as it thinks it is, nor the book as aimless, and I always have these fits of who-the-hell-do-I-think-I'm-kidding in the Dreaded Middle Of The Book, and they nevertheless usually come out okay, one way or another? And also that this book is in fact my only writing commitment remaining this year, unless I sell something, because I have already done a really amazing pile of revision and other work since January?
Thanks. The damned chimp won't listen to me, and it's uppity. *g*