Back in the day, I was a huge Depeche Mode fan. Heck, I still am, but more for the early stuff before they started getting all religious and super-angsty. I like my angst with more of a pop beat, thank you very much.

Hey, did someone mention angst? My current WIP is moving along swimmingly, and I wrote ten pages today, a freaking record and miracle. The bucket of words had no limits today! Yahoo!

I have found the love again with this novel, right when I have a gazillion other projects on the boil, including on-site work for a client. Le sigh.

So, instead of bitching about it, I rewrote Depeche Mode's "I Just Can't Get Enough." Squee!

I Can't Write Fast Enough
When I’m writing baby, I get into my head
And I can’t type fast enough, I can’t type fast enough
All the characters in a scene and everything they said
And I can’t type fast enough, I can’t type fast enough

The fingers fly like I’m wearing gloves
And I really can’t type fast enough

Words string together, creating a new scene
And I can’t type fast enough, I can’t type fast enough
Every time I think of them my knuckles feel the heat
And I can’t type fast enough, I can’t type fast enough

My deadline’s fodder, sleep I'll have to shove
And I really can’t type fast enough

And when I block, the muse is there for me
And I can’t type fast enough, I can’t type fast enough
Get me some aspirin, my hands are killing me
And I can’t write fast enough, I can’t write fast enough

It’s like an angel who dictates from a above
And I really can’t type fast enough

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