Man, the inspiration to write only ever strikes me while at work. (exaggeration)
I’ll be trying to be productive, huddled over some car, prepping a body panel for painting with one hand, furiously typing in a notepad on my phone with the other. I can’t edit worth a crap on there though, so now I’m stuck with close to 30 rough and unfinished songs, thoughts and essays. One of these days I’m going to go back, write them all down, and get them all right.
I have a feeling that something good will come of that.
But, I’m away from my original point which is that it’s really hard to write something personal at 9AM while splitting my attention evenly between what I’m writing and the meticulously demanding work that I SHOULD be doing.
I have the wrong job.
sigh.
