The Earworm Chronicles

 "Shit, or get off the pot."

Sage advice. 

A mentor tells me that I'm not going to write anything by doing nothing. And they're right. So, instead of getting despondent about not writing fiction, or the fact that I keep a crappy blog, I've started my new side hustle blog. A bit of a side quest. Something which will have bite-sized bits which, if I'm diligent, I may be able to turn into a book. 

It's going to be a labour of love. 

See, I love earworms. I'm never without a song in my head. I'd like to know what makes a good earworm. Is it:

• A catchy melody
• Too much repetition
• All over the media
• Some sick beats
• Strange nonsense
• Cliche words

Or a mix of all of these? 

It's also interesting how I'm going to write this as in published form, you can't use song lyrics -sure, you can use song titles and the artists names, but not the actual lyrics. 

But you can write about how you found yourself with this silly song in your head. And what it means to you. And how frustrated you're feeling for singing these silly lines. And how to get rid of it. 

Anyway, The Earworm Chronicles can be found on my Substack pages. www.pandorabehr.substack.com. 

Wish me luck. I'm bloody minded enough two write about this strange phenomena, and I have a sure-fire way to kill an existing earworm. 

Start singing Mah Nah Mah Nah.

I'll leave you with that. Mah Nah Mah Nah never gets old. 

And you'll be singing it in your head for days. 

Today's song: