We don't neeeeed no more trouble...

Gosh, am in a Bob Marley mood today. No idea why.

I actually left my house last night, and did not go to a work event or shopping. I went to a poetry slam downtown. Am trying to feed my inner artist and all that so I can break through to the other side of this writer's block. Anyway, it was fun. I couldn't stay to the end and I came late but I enjoyed what I heard. Am mad at the judges though. I don't know what they were doing, giving my favorite pieces lower than usual scores. Which truthfully, is not that big a deal cos the scores were average 9.5 out of 10. I loved every minute. I can't wait to go back again.

The bassline on Concrete Jungle was my soundtrack home last night. Top down on the highway, heaven! I can't find the version I was listening to, but enjoy this one.

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And the photos!

My crazy looking art project. Retry! The curtains. Ignore the unevenness. I have a problem with straight lines. Before After. Need more stuffing! Problem Child! Don't know why the wood wouldn't fit. Will have to try again. So going over my bed. So excited about it! No clue where to put this. Too small for over the tv.

Ojo Monday

As I opened blogger to write a post, the song ojo Monday jumped to my head. I mourned my unbacked up and crashed ibook immediately. I have so much music that I've lost. I haven't heard that song since 200something. I didn't even remember who did it which is a damn shame cos am a Fela stan. Anyway, rushed to Youtube to find it. They didn't have it, but there is a band called Ogun Afrobeat that did a pretty decent cover considering they don't even speak the language. Turned out it's called by its English name: Monday morning in Lagos: Anyway, all that to say it's Ojo Wednesday and I hope I survive. I worked out yesterday with my trainer. My arms are looking nice per him and me. Am still a bit weak though as in, I don't have much stamina for certain exercises. Anyway, time is already fast spent. I have to go for my jog and yet again I didn't edit my playlist. Why do i procrastinate so! PS. Turns out that I do have that song, must have bac...

Writing Life

Last time I discussed my writing, I was moaning about how overwhelmed I felt about editing. Well, this past week I stopped whining and consulted my expert researcher Ms/Mr Google - s/he is an hermaphrodite- and discovered a nifty book called Self Editing for Fiction Writers by Renni Browne and Dave King. This book is so on fire that it impacted my writing before I even received it. How do I mean? Well, I read an excerpt of the first chapter online and realized what was wrong with my own first chapter right away. In a word -well several words- I was explaining too much and not letting the characters live. I was giving all kinds of background and history and what not. A whole lot of info that had me saying in my nephew's voice: "who cares?" I guess the avid reader in me knew the problem all along, but the writer in me resisted deleting a single word. I mean those words were agonized over and carefully chosen by committee. I was loathe to let even one of them go. But I ...

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