I apologize in advance, this post is kind of ranty...
So, ideas come to me mostly in three different places.
1. In the shower. (By far the most common)
2. Driving in the car.
3. When I'm trying to go to sleep. (These ideas seem totally brilliant at the time, but usually end up being totally useless. Remember this post?)
When I'm working it through in my head, my surroundings tend to get a little blurry, and that's what happened last night when I was driving home. (I know, safe driving, right?)
I was basically auto-bot driving - letting the creative fluids flow - when I started to get a little antsy, and then a little itchy. I pulled at my ears and scratched the back of my head like a dog infested with fleas. Something was clearly buggin', but I was so absorbed in the story in my head, it took me a while to realize just how squidgy I was.
It wasn't until my neck broke out in hives, and I was pulling at the collar of my shirt that I finally left the scene in my head and yelled at my steering wheel, "Why am I so freakin' peeved?!"
Then I noticed the song playing on the radio. Seether's cover of George Michaels' Careless Whisper.
(If you were lucky enough to forget this song, you can refresh your memory below. Otherwise, don't bother)
There was only one way to explain my symptoms; I was having an anaphylactic reaction to the line "Guilty Feet have got no rhythm," because I was subconsciously incorporating it into the dialogue in my head, and I kept thinking to myself, Who says lines like this?
"Rhett, you came back!"
"Yes, Scarlett, but I'm afraid I'm never gonna dance again. It appears guilty feet have got no rhythm."
"Oh. Okay. Did we dance before?"
It was bad enough having to dance to George Michael's version at my seventh grade stomp with Jimmy "Moist Hands" Perry. Now, 5 years... okay, ten years later... give or take...a lot... I have it stuck in my head again.
What does guilt have to do with rhythm? Michael Jackson never had a problem with rhythm, and you'd think if anyone had guilty feet...
I literally pulled a jaw muscle, the incident bugged me so bad.
FAVORITE LINE FROM THE NEWS LAST NIGHT:
"Lightning strikes happen, as this video shows..."
Ummm... thanks for the alert?
FAVORITE "SUMMER THEME," ALSO FROM THE NEWS LAST NIGHT:
"Let's make this a Cryptosporidium-Free Summer!"
Like the "Summer of '69" and the "Boys of Summer", this new theme is just begging for a song.
Whew. Thank you for listening. I feel better now.
So this post veered off topic rather quickly. Originally I wanted to discuss in depth book cover art, but this post is too long already. So, to make a long post short (too late)...
My friend Valynne discovered this blog about look-a-like covers. It's pretty fascinating.
I'm a sucker for a good cover. My all-time favorite cover is for Wicked Lovely.
I will buy any book with a cover like that.
Conversely there is one art theme that makes me scratch behind the ears and pull at my collar: crazy babies.
Now, these books may all be wonderful, but I will never find out.
1. Crazy babies falling from the sky, about to be impaled by a house.
2. Gigantic crazy babies, faceless and coming for me.
3. Babies conspiring against me. Always a strong prophylactic.
What covers do you love? Any that totally stick out?
So, I signed up for a tennis tournament, and my first match is on Thursday night. Sometimes I feel like I'm cruisin' for a bruisin' and I wonder why I put myself through such humiliation. Wish me luck.