I've written 20,317 words, 78 pages (double-spaced), in the past two days. That's an insane number, I realize, but I've never plead sanity when it comes to art.
Imagine what you love doing more than anything in the entire world. What your mind whispers when no one's listening. What you just can't seem to stop thinking about. For me, it's stories, and I've gotten pretty damn good at writing them down.
Pedro the Lion
Click Clack now handicapped
North Am Transcontinental
You, Me & The Boatman
Let's live to love and love to live
If The Brakeman Turns My Way
When panic grips your body
And your heart's a hummingbird
Raven thoughts blacken your mind
Until you're breathing in reverse
The room is littered with her
Books and notebooks.
I imagine what they say
Like, 'Shoo fly, don't bother me.'
I'm stuck in here with
All I've got
While my friends are making bread
Are You Lightning?
And so we meet and there are sparks
Its gold it's new and free from sharks
You got the pop and the hiss
In the city of misfits
Safe safe and safest
Faith for the faithless
Father John Misty
Well, You Can Do It Without Me
If you want a page written 'bout you in the book
But you need a food tester
'Cause you curse the cook
I'll take some wine but you can dine without me
Indian In Your Eyes
This is the sound of me thinking too loud
This is the sound of my brain waves
In a chaotic symphony of thought
Or something like that
The Avett Brothers
Go To Sleep
Forgive yourself if you think that you can
Go to sleep, go to sleep my man