Writing is getting fun again! 17,232 words

I had a nice fun writing session today. The intrigue is heating up, with Molly and Kiefer being dbags (although apparently, convincing others that they are not dbags! woo hoo! writing at its finest!) and Nicky and Seth being oblivous patsies. (Not sure how to pluralize the word 'patsy.' Forgive me.)

I was becoming concerned about the music that was going to be included on the EsNoWriMo compilation (referred to on other EsNo blogs) so I did my part to up the quality. So far I had two 80's mixes (one regular, one 'romantic' (read - awful!)). In today's writing, I included some references to the Smiths and an entire mixed tape of the best Smiths songs. Put that in your pipe and smoke it, LFO!

Here are my three mixed tapes so far:

Electric Mixer – a mixtape for Nicky (made for Nicky, by Seven, who never reappears in the novel...)

Side A
1. "Billie Jean" (Michael Jackson)
2. "Blue Monday" (New Order)
3. "Kiss" (Prince)
4. "Walk This Way" (Aerosmith/Run DMC)
5. "Sweet Child O' Mine" (Guns n' Roses)
6. "We Got the Beat" (Go-Gos)
7. "Bang a Gong" - T.Rex

Side B
1. "Jane Says" (Jane's Addiction)
2. "No Sleep Till Brooklyn" (Beastie Boys)
3. "With or Without You" (U2)
4. "Like a Virgin" (Madonna)
5. "All Cried Out" (Lisa Lisa and the Cult Jam)
6. "F*** the Police" (NWA)
7. "Girls On Film" (Duran Duran)
8. "Rebel, Rebel" - David Bowie

Careless Atomic Healing – a mix by Seth Kayte (for Molly Ringwall)

Side A
1. Careless Whisper, George Michael
2. Endless Love, Diana Ross & Lionel Richie
3. Woman in Love, Barbra Streisand
4. Up Where We Belong, Joe Cocker & Jennifer Warnes
5. Against All Odds (Take a Look at Me Now), Phil Collins
6. Atomic, Blondie
7. Do That To Me One More Time, Captain & Tennille
8. Lost In Love, Air Supply

Side B
1. Lady, Kenny Rogers
2. Slow Hand, Pointer Sisters
3. Waiting For A Girl Like You, Foreigner
4. Sexual Healing, Marvin Gaye
5. Greatest Love Of All, Whitney Houston
6. Wind Beneath My Wings - Bette Midler
7. Take My Breath Away, Berlin
8. Lady In Red - Chris De Burgh


My favorite Smiths songs… An apology mix! (given by Nicky to Molly)

Side A
Ask
Bigmouth Strikes Again
Cemetry Gates
Girlfriend in a Coma
The Hand that Rocks the Cradle
How Soon Is Now?
I Don’t Owe You Anything
I Know It’s Over

Side B
I Won’t Share You
Last Night I Dreamt that Somebody Loved Me
Unhappy Birthday
Well I Wonder
There Is A Light That Never Goes Out
Back to the Old House
Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want
Half a Person
Asleep

But I'm sure you didn't tune in to my blog to just read a bunch of track listings. You want an excerpt! Well, I'll give you an excerpt! In this excerpt, you can read Nicky's reaction to Kiefer's letter (that I posted yesterday). She asks Molly's advice about what to do and also mentions the Smiths and the Cure. Not sure why but I was reminiscing about my high school music tastes which are apparently shared by Nicky!

Letter 47. July 18, 198x
The Big City

Oh, dear.

Molly, please read the enclosed letter. As you’ll see, it’s from Kiefer and he seems to have lost his mind. After he moved into my building I barely saw him and frankly thought that he was ignoring me because I had refused to be his muse and wasn’t impressed with his overwrought poetry. (Does that sound mean? Sorry, Kiefer.) Now it turns out that he was pining away for me the whole time?

Honestly, I can’t figure out what I should do. He’s practically begging for me to write to him, and it’s such a strange request… he’s like that guy we met on the bus that one time who kept asking me to give him a hug. One the one hand, I believe that there isn’t enough physical touch in the world right now and there’s no reason we should treat everyone as strangers. I believe in building community, in being kind and generous, etc etc etc. On the other hand, I was pissed off because I thought he wouldn’t ask a man for the same thing – he was being sexist and women are always being asked to give over their minds and bodies for the satisfaction of men. Kiefer really doesn’t deserve anything from me, but I still wonder if I’m being a bitch. You’re not involved in the whole thing so maybe you’ll see more clearly than I do? God, am I being a bitch by sharing this clearly very personal letter with you?

Ugh, I’m frustrated. Please help? As usual, I’m enclosing some passes for Flabulous. I’m hoping you’ll join us, as usual. ALSO, the Smiths are coming to town and I want to dress in all black, smear lipstick on my face as if I’m Robert Smith, and stand in the front row crying like I’m eighteen years old and no one has every known me like Steven Patrick Morrissey. “I know it’s over, and it never really began… but in my heart, it was so real…” Hahahahahahaha.

Much love,
Nicky

P.S. I have plans with Seth tonight… I am not sure but I think it might be a date.