I’m listening to Love to Love You Baby by Donna Summer, on repeat, for the entire writing session today because, I don’t know, it’s high energy I think, sexually evocative, and just what I need to move from the scenes that established the story and into the more frenetic panicky pace that drove most of book one. I was talking to someone at school drop off this morning, a dad, who told me that he’s not a ‘phone guy’ because people don’t talk to each other anymore, they just stare into their screens and there’s no real communication between people. When I told him that it was Tyson’s seventh birthday today he asked me what star sign that made him. I said, ‘I don’t know’ so he said, ‘I think it’s Aries’ and then, after pulling out his iPhone, ‘Here, I’ll google it’. While he was doing that I pulled out my iPhone, scrolled over a few things, saw that someone had invited me to play Candy Crush Saga, wondered if I should finally just give in and try it, but received a Tweet informing me that two people had shared a photo, and forgot all about it until right now. So, I don’t know…

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