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The Playlist

After much deliberation, I am attempting to create a playlist of musical goodness to both sustain me through NaNoWriMo and send off to a few of my fellow NaNoers in other parts of the country. So far, I have a grand total of five songs. It is frustrating because I have so much music, and so little time to figure out what I really want to share.

The songs thusfar:
  1. Paper Thin Hymn - Anberlin
  2. I'm Not Who I Was - Brandon Heath
  3. Set the Fire to the Third Bar - Snow Patrol
  4. Savior - Skillet
  5. Eileen's Song - Burlap to Cashmere
Currently, I am listening to what my mp3 player says is the 25 songs I listen to most to see what is there and if anything is good enough. You would think this would be a good starting place, but the only reason why so many of these songs are at the top is because one of my characters at one time or another would not talk to me without multiple repeats of whatever song they want to hear.

I'd like to give up on this particular project. There are so many other things I could be doing, or blogging about. Finishing character bios. Chasing them down and beating the plot of this novel out of them. All the usual pre-writing stuff I've been neglecting for whatever excuse happens to come into my head.

This is what I get for signing up to do this. Now, I have no way of backing out... now that I have addresses to send to and audio file preferences.

NaNoWriMo Countdown: (including today) 2 days! Well, time to get on the stick!!!
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