In a rare turn of events, someone wrote about me. A columnist I’ve been following on and off for years named Michael Fitzgerald in my old home town of Stockton, California did a nice little write up about yours truly in his blog. I’m honored!
Read it here quick before he changes his mind and takes it down: RecordNet Blogs
I’m yet “another crazy Stockton writer.” Big smiles here. I like that description.
To all my friends and family out in Stockton, let me be the first to wish you “Happy Holidays!”
I have discovered the most wonderful set of albums. I don’t even remember where I came across them, probably from someone’s blog. (You know how when you visit someone’s blog and they have some annoying music playing the moment you pull it up, which alerts everyone in the office that you’re goofing off and not actually working? Well, in this case it paid off and I was glad of it.) The music is psychedelic and hypnotic and as intrusive or unobtrusive as you want it to be, which to me is amazing in itself. Now that I have kids living with me again, the television is always on, and the television makes it very hard for me to write. So I put on my iPod and queue up some music to drown it out, but the music can’t be such that it, too, distracts from my concentration.
