The inspiration and/or desire to write usually befalls me when I am in the least position to actually do so. I will be driving on the highway, folding myself into a yoga pose or handling an all-consuming task at work; when suddenly a sentance or a melody decides to untangle itself out of my subconcious and mock my unability to lock it down right there and then.
Foward a few hours when I am readily installed in front of either pen or keyboard and all my mind will cough up, nothing but less than worthy scramble.
C'est la vie.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
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