As you’ve heard me say, I’m one of the few writers I know who don’t write to music. Quiet. Silence. Dead air. Anything rocking near me completely scrambles my wiring. My thoughts completely short circuit.

Now don’t get me wrong. I love music. I listen to it while I’m cleaning (which I’ll admit isn’t very often *g*). I play it in the car while I’m driving. (Which keeps me focused because it drowns out all the other “channels” running in my brain.) And I having it playing during dinner.

But when I have to concentrate, I can’t even have instrumental music playing. Annnnyyyywaaay … that’s not really the point of this post. It’s just the prelude to a conundrum that has me going hmmmmm…

When I slow down to focus on all the “channels” in my head, there is always a song playing. And since it’s not a conscious thing, it is very random. This morning I woke to the “Truvia commercial”.

It’s not always a jingle playing, sometimes it’s a complete song including backup singers. Which is even funnier since I can’t carry a tune in a bucket and keys to me are only something to start a car and unlock the apartment.

I wish someone could crawl into my head for a little while. Perhaps like the alien in Stephanie Meyer’s book “Host”. (Awesome book by the way.) You know, just hang out, get the lay of the land and tell me where I fall on the weirdness scale. Are all tortured artists several frenquencies shy of a full bandwith? I’d like to know.

Or am I quietly singing to the universe solo?

I’ve been feeling very contemplative lately. And since I’m a pretty much … a put-it-out-there kinda gal, I’m working really hard to keep these thoughts to myself. (Mostly because sharing them wouldn’t be productive.) Which means, the blog well is mostly dry. Well, that and I’m on a sort of mini blog tour promoting LOVE’S BOUNTY so I’ve been writing blog posts almost nonstop.

Anyway, I just thought I’d leave you with a little entertainment for all you ladies to start your week …

I don’t get it. Seriously, I never understood why anyone would want to hold on to negativity.

You know what I mean. We see it nearly every day. Whether it’s in your office, a chat online or more recently comments on a YouTube video.  I don’t get it.

Now please don’t get me wrong. Sometimes life just sucks and you have to vent. No problem. Go for it. Holding on to that isn’t good for you either. Spew. Get it out and get over it. Everyone has the right to have a bad day now and again.

What I’m talking about is the people who are just plain negative. It hangs over them like a nasty black cloud. They have nothing nice to say. Of course, most Negative Nellies have no idea they’re doing it. It’s just a part of who they are. And I gotta tell you … I don’t have the energy to deal with them.

I think some of this new fad of saying nasty things has to do with the anonymity of the internet. People don’t have to face up to their criticism. Recently, a lovely young woman did an informational video for YouTube. One person wrote a nasty comment and then there was another and another. WTH? Why? To what end? Fortunately, the young woman had enough confidence to know it wasn’t about her or the video, it was about the small mindedness of some crotchety people looking for a thrill. Still others seem to get the thrill of slamming a book in a review on Amazon or a publisher site. Not because they didn’t really enjoy the book, but because they can.

Frankly, I don’t have time for it. There is rarely a day that goes by that some blog isn’t posting the negative aspects of some argument. (Again, don’t get me wrong, I’m all for exposing wrong or showing the other side of the coin, that’s not what I’m talking about.) I have enough stuff going on in my life without worrying what my neighbor or another author is doing. It just doesn’t matter.

I just want to sit at my computer and create the coolest characters in the best setting doing some sexy stuff while they’re in danger. I refuse to get rolled into the dense fog of negativity … it’s just not productive.