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Work is WEIRD this week. Tomorrow and Friday I may end up with a lot of time babysitting a tiny group of students who aren't enrolled in my classes. Possibly. In other words, perhaps fic-writing time. I asked for prompts a few weeks ago for just this sort of thing. Feel free to head back there and throw something else at me, if you're so inclined. (No Battlestar Galactica prompts this time. Poor comatose BSG muse. *sigh*)

Post title related to this: why didn't I know about Mika's fantastic voice and song-writing abilities before today? Oh yeah, because I rarely listen to anything but the news on the radio. And because Pandora doesn't think he sings enough like Janelle Monae and Adele, I guess. Anyway, Grace Kelly is a brilliant song. In addition to having ridiculous amounts of song-writing talent and a three and a half octave singing range, Mika is also a polyglot.

Time to make a new Pandora radio station! Or perhaps simply time to listen to another station besides "Bear McCreary." Heh. (BSG muse may be dead, but McCreary is still a brilliant composer.)

I love that song "All Creatures of Our God and King" in the hymnbook at church. Since I'm currently in charge of picking music for our sacrament meetings we sang it today. Lyrics by Francis of Assisi--cool! Music by Ralph Vaughn Williams--awesome! And the real reason I love the song--it has some of the best alto lines in any hymn we commonly sing. It's interesting, melodic and about nature! Okay, I'll stop gushing now.

eta: can't decide if I should sing with the choir in Handel's Messiah this year. Rehearsals every Sunday between now and Easter--hard to commit. Singing it--amazing. So much better than just listening to it. Oh, for anyone who is thinking we sing the whole thing--nope. Just the more Easter-y parts, just over an hour's worth of music with the orchestra and solos included. /eta

( Two thoughts semi-related to the badfic I posted earlier. )

There was a point to this... Oh yeah, that now I don't feel nearly as guilty for my shamelessly self-indulgent stupid fic. It's still stupid and self-indulgent, but now I can feel superior and smug about it anyway. Yes, I cackle with glee that my stupid and self-indulgent idea doesn't suck as much as someone else's.

*headdesk again for the umpteenth time today*
*ouch*

My mother loves an online resource that encourages organizational skills and a less-cluttered life. (Flylady? I should look that up...) One of her e-mail updates from the website said something about our "inner brat"--that sometimes we need to bribe them and accept some of their needs. I don't recall many more details but the woman who wrote this had named her inner brat. And at that moment I knew--Angelina has always been there, waiting for me to acknowledge her existence.

Frankly I found it disconcerting how quickly this became a part of my daily life. If I need to work on something during the week that I don't want to do, I tell Angelina that I'll feed her ice cream, or allow unlimited Saturday internet time, or... whatever works. Sometimes this is successful, sometimes not.

I didn't find the idea of a muse as a separate entity to be as easily acceptable as my innter brat. But now... I have a sneaking suspicion that Angelina is my muse. Or they're really good friends. The cooperation rate of Angelina and the muse is about equal, that is to say that neither one is particularly cooperative. They're balky, they refuse to work when I have time, and they demand attention when I don't have time.