Slogging through my writing from a month ago, marking lines and pages as I listen to the soft sound of guitar and voice in a café I have known for so many years it feels like home. A fellow walked by as I was jotting a comment in the margin and said to me,
"It looks like you're grading."
- Well, actually, just editing my own work -
"Ah, so kind of like grading..."
I appreciated the insight into my writing process from his brief observation. Listening to the music made it easier to get through the passages that I still can't decide whether they're too roughly written or just what it feels like to read my own writing. Since I wrote it, I already know what I said and mean (...I mean I think I do. Sometimes, though...) It's like a dual thinking process to read through it.
Tough sledding.
Somewhere in there the light and shadow caught my eye, and the tug of wanting to frame it brought my phone camera to the fore. I can sense a few onlookers peering at me wondering: is she taking a picture of the brick wall?
- Why, yes, yes I am. Cuz that's the kinda gal I am.
I have another photograph somewhere of a massive brick wall outside my hotel room in Chicago, probably twenty stories or so. So much for a room with a view :-)
The experience of artistic inspiration, it jumps forth from your innermost essence - truly it is light and shadow that begs expression, dancing into being by the lightness of music.
"It looks like you're grading."
- Well, actually, just editing my own work -
"Ah, so kind of like grading..."
I appreciated the insight into my writing process from his brief observation. Listening to the music made it easier to get through the passages that I still can't decide whether they're too roughly written or just what it feels like to read my own writing. Since I wrote it, I already know what I said and mean (...I mean I think I do. Sometimes, though...) It's like a dual thinking process to read through it.
Tough sledding.
Somewhere in there the light and shadow caught my eye, and the tug of wanting to frame it brought my phone camera to the fore. I can sense a few onlookers peering at me wondering: is she taking a picture of the brick wall?
- Why, yes, yes I am. Cuz that's the kinda gal I am.
I have another photograph somewhere of a massive brick wall outside my hotel room in Chicago, probably twenty stories or so. So much for a room with a view :-)
The experience of artistic inspiration, it jumps forth from your innermost essence - truly it is light and shadow that begs expression, dancing into being by the lightness of music.
