Saturday night, folks from my writers’ group came over for a RockBand/Guitar Hero night.
Writers’ Rocksgiving.
I never knew we had so many headbangers and fist pumpers in our scribbler’s gang.
And of course…Scarlet Whisper made an appearance with her signature encore: Helter Skelter on Beatles RockBand.
I lose all inhibition (and dignity) wailing Helter Skelter. Imagine a tone deaf Paul McCartney in Janis Joplin drag performing a Vegas Style lounge act rendition. That kinda sums it up.
Can’t stop myself. I love that song. It’s become my writing anthem.
When I get to the bottom
I go back to the top of the slide
Where I stop and turn
and I go for a ride
Till I get to the bottom and I see you again
Revision after revision after revision. You edit your manuscript until the sight of it makes you want to hurl all over your Chuck Taylors. And then you work on it some more.
Do you don’t you want me to love you
I’m coming down fast but I’m miles above you
You waver. One day, you believe you possess a glimmer of talent. The next (after your query incites a chorus of crickets), you embrace the enormity of your writing suckage.
Tell me tell me come on tell me the answer
and you may be a lover but you ain’t no dancer
You turn to your beta readers, your crit group, your spouse and your second grade teacher (or worse, your mom) to analyze what is wrong with your book.
I will you won’t you want me to make you
I’m coming down fast but don’t let me break you
You put your manuscript aside. You start a new project.
Tell me tell me tell me the answer
You may be a lover but you ain’t no dancer
You play the waiting game with agents. You persevere.
Look out
Helter skelter
helter skelter
helter skelter
Yeah,
Look out cause here she comes
And one golden day, you get a manuscript request (or two, or six). Maybe it’s a partial. Maybe it’s a full. You’re back on the roller coaster.
When I get to the bottom
I go back to the top of the slide
Where I stop and turn
and I go for a ride
Till I get to the bottom and I see you again
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Well will you won’t you want me to make you
I’m coming down fast but don’t let me break you
Look out
Helter skelter
helter skelter
helter skelter
Rejection? Maybe. Who knows.
She’s coming down fast
Yes she is
Yes she is
coming down fast
I can’t stop. The ride makes me hurl sometimes, but it’s too much fun to get off and walk away. Yep, I’m hopping in line again.
Here we go.
Tell me, dear ones, what’s your writing anthem?
Hungry for more? Writing junkies will enjoy my Black Magic Cake
Black Magic Cake
Ingredients:
2 sticks butter, cut into pats
3/4 chocolate syrup
8 Milky Way Bars (2.05 oz. each), cut into chunks
2 cups sugar
1 cup buttermilk (or add 1 tbsp. lemon juice to one cup regular milk)
1 tsp. vanilla
4 eggs
2 1/2 cups flour
3/4 cup cocoa (dark choc. Hershey’s is best)
3/4 tsp. salt
1/2 tsp. salt
1/2 tsp. baking soda
Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Grease 12 cup bundt pan. Put butter, syrup, and Milky Ways in a la