It's another eclectic music week

Went to see Norah Jones tonight with the girls from work. It was a really good show. Quite mellow, but very very good. Her band was fantastic.

Two very surreal parts of the evening:

-an animated introduction by Hank Hill asking everyone to turn their cell phones off
-a middle aged guy in sweats standing in the front waving at her until she finally waved back, and he left fulfilled.

The sound had some problems--mostly that the drums were echoing big time off of the back wall of the arena. Probably would have been better suited to the palace or something similar, but we wouldn't have been so close then.

Saturday, I am going to Tears for Fears with my friend J. Right after I got an email from her saying she'd bought tickets, I got an offer for freebies. Doh!!! Oh well. We'll have fun. We haven't hung out since wool gathering, and I know she's been languishng in the sticks. This weeks been especially bad in that way.

Nano is stagnating because this week is so busy. I'm writing at lunch, but need to play catch up this weekend in a big way.

Writing meme

Stolen from lots of people:

If you happen to be working on some creative writing project, fanfiction or NaNoWriMo or what have you, post exactly one sentence from each of your current work(s) in progress in your journal. It should probably be your favourite or most intriguing sentence so far, but what you choose is entirely your discretion. Mention the title (and genre) if you like, but don't mention anything else. This is merely to whet the general appetite for your forthcoming work(s).

I'm only working on one at the moment, so I'll post a couple. From my nano project, tentatively titled O My Cecilia:

Perhaps the worst thing that can happen to the mother of a hypochondriac child is for that child to be diagnosed with an actual illness. Because then, not only does she have to deal with the sick child, but with a sick child with a serious case of the I-told-you-so’s. So when Mary Ann Bromley heard the doctor say the words Your daughter has a brain tumor, she knew she was in for it.

While the headaches had been unbelievably painful, her symptoms had led her to gain a certain cult status in her junior high, much like the kid who can turn his eyelids inside out, or the girl who had lived in France as a small child.

The librarian at the front desk gave her a pitying look when Melissa, wearing a cute pink kerchief over her still buzzed hair, walked up to her and inquired as to where the medical dictionaries were kept. Melissa pitied the woman right back as she thought of how she could play a delicious prank by returning in a few months to declare herself cured of whatever dread disease this woman supposed her to have, all due to her research at the Woodville Public Library. She laughed to herself. It was just too easy sometimes.