This might become a blog for following my progress to walking the Camino de Compostella de Santiago some time in 2018, but we will see - this has yet to be fully worked out. Anyway, as I only have fourteen posts to get me to the 800 post mark, I may as well get on with blogging something meaning full over the next few weeks - and I may as well write about something I love.
I'm currently writing the prototype of my online children's book for this term's uni work. This is due in on Monday and I'm nearly there. So this is a bit of a distraction from trying to make the 5000 word mark - I'm at 4500 words with a good bit of editing required.
I don't feel like editing. I have a cold. I don't like editing when I have a cold. I have better things to do like binge watch Outlander and rest.
Anyway, this song. Which was on in the car when I was coming home from breakfast this morning.
Like anything with a beat, it gets into you. Even this piece from "The Wolf of Wall Street" got into a lot of people.
It's all about the beat.
And I hear this song that's getting on to forty years old, and I watch Stevie Nicks with a cheerleaders baton and I wish for a simpler, less cynical more hopeful time. A time without a reliance on hair products and labels.
There is something about seventies music that does this to you.
So this is Tusk, by Fleetwood Mac.