Sellable writings… need a deadline. How ‘bout by the end of the day? About how bad I need something to sell… 30 pages of prose..
Just arranged the first two pieces. Now I turn on Thievery, again, enjoy the piece of peace I have in the Autumn Walk Studio, throwing away a couple pieces of paper, old sbux gift card, sipping my sparkling water, black cherry flavor. Feel like I’m on vacation, with that light air against the right side of my fact, this guitar plucking and light chord pats from “Nos Dois”, track off the Saudade album. Love this album, just listening to it and imagining the plane ride, to Italy, or Spain, France, Portugal…
The writer knows it.
Not just feels it.