The Prisoner...
I have a massive amount of respect and sympathy for tortured creative souls… There was a time where I just didn’t get it; the grief that comes with being one of those people who is constantly looking to pull everything they see/say/do into something that is their outlet du jour at the next moment they will arrive to their medium to do so. As I have been back writing for the last 16+ months with an all-new focus here, I see it more than ever. I look back to the last time I was actually motivated and I see it. I finished my novel in 30 days, all 50k words of it. Waking up at 5am to pound out an idea brewing. Carrying a flash drive with me everywhere and writing without eating lunch. Ignoring the whole-ass world around me, for better or worse. I did it all. Two of the four albums I listened to for that September/October month were Miles Davis’ Kind of Blue and Gil Scott-Heron’s Winter in Am...