1. There was no topping my last week’s blog and I couldn’t bear to try and fail

2. I’m going a conference this week: Chicago Spring Fling. I’m pitching to an agent (wish me luck); and my pitch still isn’t perfect. I haven’t even practiced. I haven’t even packed. Heck, I don’t even have a pair of black casual business pants that fit. Okay, I might by the time you read this because I was supposed to have bought them last night. So I ran out of TIME.

3. I miss my ridiculous parodies, don’t you?

4. I’ve been listening to Stairway to Heaven and was totally inspired by the guitar riff. I always find it entertaining when people learn the guitar, STH is always one of the first songs learned. Or the REASON they’re learning.

5. I’m very sacrilegious.

Therefore, without further excuses: Stairway to Heaven, by Hellion.

There’s a writer who’s sure all her writing is gold
And she’s trying her best to be published
And when she gets there she dreams of tours with alpha themes
With a query she’ll get what she’s hoping

Woe oh oh oh oh oh
And she’s trying her best to be published

There’s a letter in the mail but her dreams feel so frail
And you know sometimes letters don’t bear good news
In a class by a Kook, there’s a saying that’s said:
The only thing you can’t fix is a blank page

Woe oh oh oh oh oh
And she’s trying her best to be published

There’s a feeling I get when I look at my WIP
And my book is crying for completion
In my thoughts I’m verklempt of the dreams I have dreamt
And the voices who beg for their stories

Woe oh oh oh oh oh
And she’s trying her best to be published

And it’s whispered that quick, if we make our words stick
Then the agent will lead us to publication
And a new reign will rise for those with the guts to fly
And the TIMES will echo with ratings

And it makes me wonder

If there’s an error in your plot now
Don’t be alarmed—it’s allowed
It’s just a practice for the Big Time

Yes there are two ways you can write by
but in the long run
You’ll likely change the plot you’re on

Your head is buzzing and it won’t stop, the caffeine’s tops
Your CPs are calling you to join them
Dear writer can’t you hear the words flow, and did you know
Your publication lies from deep within

And as we write on down our WIPs
Our stories falling from our lips
There stands a writer we all know
Who shines Big Time and’s rollin’ in the dough
And doesn’t even shovel her own snow
And if you listen very hard
The truth will come to you at last:
Writing’s hard so just deal;
It’s work to put down all you feel.
Woe oh oh oh oh oh
And she’s trying her best to be published

There’s a writer who’s sure all her writing is gold
And she’s trying her best to be published
And when she gets there she dreams of tours with alpha themes
With a query she’ll get what she’s hoping

And she’s trying her best to be published, uh uh uh.

Forgive me if I’m not around today. I’m trying to be a rock and not to roll. Wish me luck in accomplishing all the tasks I’ve been putting off. What songs inspire you in your writing? Anyone like me and adore Adam Sandler when he’d do parodies on Saturday Night Live?