Jennifer Brown

The good news is I've been needing something to get my mind off of my current work in progress, my new Big Idea, the impending launch of HATE LIST, and the fact that my new voluminous shampoo makes me have witch hair (cue cackling here) and gives me acne (seriously, you haven't SEEN obsessive ticked-offedness until you've seen a middle aged woman suddenly get a zit).

The bad news is... this is the kind of obsession that will keep me up all night (don't believe me? Just hum a few bars of Wicked and you'll see).

So here's the random conversation:

Me: You know, "We Didn't Start the Fire" was one of the few wildly popular songs I never learned all the lyrics to.

Goddess: I know. How could you? That would be totally impossible.

Me: Heh heh... yeah that would be imposs... wait a minute. Is that a challenge?

Goddess (arching one eyebrow): Maybe it is...

I guess it could be worse. She could have said, "Quick! Sing '99 Red Balloons'!" (I could) or, "Quick! Sing '99 Red Balloons' in German!" (I couldn't. And I couldn't even fake it 'cause the darn kid has taken three years of German and would know I was totally lying) or even, "Quick! Sing that Barenaked Ladies song!" (I'd get lost after the Chickadee China part).

So instead of obsessing about plot points and Synopsis Hell and well-rounded characters, I'm going to be getting my Billy Joel on, just to prove I still can. Wonder if I can fake her out by plugging in "The Devil Went Down to Georgia" lyrics...