Working Hard Ain't Hardly Working

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I'm playing hooky today from all the obligations and chores, answering of emails, posting of packages, scanning of contracts, and suchlike, to just sit and write.  I'll probably work on three or four of the stories that I'm actively engaged in and put in a little more wordage on one of the novels.

In the picture above, you can see some of the post-it notes I use to keep track of what's on the front burner.  The pink slips are novels, but only the top two are being actively written.  The rest are just there to keep them in mind.  The green slips are short fiction, and most of them are more than half written.  Mostly, though, they're alive in my imagination and jostling for attention.


And so I have a question . . .

I'm writing a scene set in a bar just before the Chicxulub Impactor kills everybody and somebody sits down to the piano and begins to play Hey Jude and The Sloop John B, which go over well, and Swing Low, Sweet Chariot, which bombs.


Which got me to wondering.  What songs would be good to play if you knew nobody was going to make it to morning.  Closing Time by Leonard Cohen?  Or maybe It's The End Of The World As We Know It?  


Bar music, obviously.  If I were alone, I'd put on Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata.


Any ideas?


Above:  Yeah, my desk looks like a tip.  Creation is not pretty.  You should have seen God's desk when he was creating the universe.

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