Embracing a writing stupor

The semester is technically over (I have one last project I need to keep an eye on), and I've decided my plan of attack for the next three weeks is as follows: write eight hours every day (unless I'm working at the bookstore), read as much as possible, and escape to my mother's house for laundry and food a couple days a week. I think it will work.

I'm poised to start working on the second draft of my first novel. I've got pens, notebooks, and my huge novel file at the ready. (In fact, this is me procrastinating against working on it.)

Because it's so overdone, I've decided to write a "what I'm listening to" post. So here's a sampling of my super-duper writing mix of doom I'm listening to as I type this.

Hair - The Cowsills
Even Hamsters Fall in Love - Hampton the Hamster
Don't Stand So Close to Me - The Police
Under Pressure - Queen and David Bowie
Stay - Blutengel
Indian Summer - Zero 1
This is Halloween - Danny Elfman

That's not everything on there, but I thought writer's mix v. 1 merited a write-up.