In my short story, The Engine Driver, the characters hear music in their head in an effort to control their emotions. It’s like an iPod permanently implanted in your brain, with a government controlled playlist and the ability to pause (briefly) by pressing your fingers together. The concept came to me as a “What if…?”…
Twitter Rocks My Socks
Hello my bloggery buddies!
I just wanted to pick my head up and let you know that I think about you constantly, and miss the glow of little, orange Blogger B.
Once my desk looks a bit less like Max had his Wild Rumpus on it, I’ll have some blog-worthy thoughts for you. (Soon! Soooon!)
On a sidenote though, I just have to say that I feel like I experienced Twitter at its finest:
TracyMarchini Have brilliant former intern looking for a job with an agency… anybody hiring?
I love Twitter more and more each day!