I WILL move with a wild creative speed. Editing and polishing minimally. Why edit when I can just put ideas out there? Yes, I know I SHOULD edit more, but I’m making up for yesterday. Still difficult to shake it off and away completely, but I have to. Done… let-go.
Listening to some old Thievery Corp… Watching rain, just back from another walk. The goal today is to get onto a 4th page. And all posts and pieces will be more carefully inventoried and protected, so that if my laptop was to again fall into some functionality coma, I wouldn’t care. And, more or less I don’t right now. But… I don’t know, hard to shake.
“Jesus Christ! Get over it!” I can hear some character, somewhere from one of my notebooks, say.
Okay, I will. Just enjoy the music. Enjoy this desk, its view of rain just out there in whatever block it is. Break regularity, anything patterned, I tell myself. How? How about several handwritten pieces for performing/reading. An idea, yes. Or, more than just another idea.
Writing words as they pass and land and take off again, in little Carpe Journal. Wine… Writing… Notebooks. Notes. Easy. Don’t overthink.