In which I rewrite the chorus to that tedious not-quite-emo song ‘Breakfast at Tiffany’s’ by the equally tedious band Deep Blue Something.
I mean, Deep Blue Something.
What kind of a candy-ass name is that?
Anyway. To work. My amends in bold:
And I said “what about ‘Breakfast at Tiffany’s?’”
She said, “I think I remember the film,”
And that’s when I immediately dumped her.
Because she was an illiterate philistine,
And I fucked someone with a brain cell instead.
There. Isn’t that better?
Hm. PMT? What?
I have never heard this song before, but I have faith that your version is better.
Hi Robyn
Just a quick note to say thanks.
I think.
I've signed up to NaNoWriMo after reading your account of it on Dollymix and felt inspired to drag the half dozen first chapters out from under the bed and see if there's any 'gold-flecked shit' in there.
Are you doing it again this year?
BTW, I love your blog & have followed your writing on Dollymix and Domestic Sluttery. You are a wonderful writer (witty, eloquent, I could go on!) and I very much hope you are doing something with last year's Nano novel.
Tell the publishers there's a market for your novels in Australia – it's small right now but has great potential :)