Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

You know those people that always assure you they’re a good person while their actions say otherwise? I’m not one of them. If you wander into my writing environment when I’m having an off day you will meet a terrible person.

Most of the time my inner curmudgeon sits behind his view screens, a grouch on a couch making observations that never turn into vocalizations, but every so often my inner sourpuss comes to the surface. I don’t need a full moon to trigger the change just one too many annoyances in my writing space.

I don’t like to think of myself as a music snob, but when I’m trying to concentrate I turn into a full on tune tyrant. The moment that dubstep mix of that chill wave hit comes over the speakers I start to twitch. You know the song where the snare drum rat-ta-tat-tats, the vocal sample…