No matter how bad your day was, at least a squirrel didn’t die on your bed. Oh, and if it’s still a bad day, just think about what babies would look like if they had mustaches.
I write to music. Always. Hear what I'm listening to right this very minute as I write. You can listen to what I was listening to when I wrote certain books and stories. And, if you like a song, please purchase it from your favorite retailer so you can support the artist — because downloading music without paying for it is as douchey as pirating ebooks!
