Spooky.

Today, splash_the_cat mentioned that the spacepirate_fic deadline was next week. Argh, says I. And not in a pirate way (which, anyhow, should be 'Arrr', not 'Argh'). In an 'oh shit my story died on me' sort of way. Must get cracking.

This evening, after dinner, I popped to the library (it stays open quite late). I had a look in the Recent Returns, and saw a CD: Sea Songs and Shanties. Aha, says I. Perhaps it may be auditory torture, but it may inspire me to write something - if only so I don't have to listen to it any more. I head to the counter to take it out (wondering who on Earth was listening to it before me, and why).

On the way out, A, who came to the library with me, waves a CD at me. He's been looking in the Pop/Rock section. "Look, more sea shanties," says he. I take a look. It is Rogue's Gallery - featuring songs by Jarvis Cocker, Bono, Sting, Bryan Ferry, Nick Cave, Lou Reed, Lucinda Williams... I love Lucinda Williams. I went to see her playing live, last autumn. On Saturday I bought her new CD. I also like some of the other artists. I love the Executive Producer of the CD: Johnny Depp, who may or may not sing on the album under the name Jack Shit. So now I have some pirate music that I can bear to listen to that isn't by Adam Ant.

Luckily I'm a big believer in coincidences, or I might have thought this was mondo weird.