There are days when writing comes as easy as preparing breakfast. I sit down, put my fingers on the keys and start thinking. On good days my fingers begin to move automatically and the first lines quickly fill with letters. Eager little symbols deploy into words, and words put in the right order become a sentence. One follows the other and there you go, the first paragraph.
That's when I press space and reread what I've got so far. I read and then I lean back and listen. Usually there's a mellow album accompanying these sessions. Right now it's John Coltrane's Stardust Session, 1963. Prestige released this album with recordings that weren't used before. Only after he became famous and had switched labels they marketed and sold it. Sold him, too.
On less good days it takes a while to bring my thoughts into order. Sometimes it works and I find something I want to share, and if I need to find the right words it will end up here. But there are days when I don't even think there's appropriate content. I mean, I live and I think and experience, but not everything I can articulate. Then I just sit here, and listen. Today it's the Stardust Session.
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