I feel like a brick hanging in the air about this NaNoWriMo thing.  Or maybe I feel like NaNo’s hanging over my head like a brick.  ugh. One key at a time, eh.

I’m listening to Hazmat Modine, an indy blues/jazz group that makes me think of New Orleans. I normally have earplugs in when I write because it takes so little to distract me, but Hazmat Modine is somehow unobtrusive. I have Dry Spell on repeat: