What? It's not an art? It should be. Because I suck at it lately.
I've noticed something really went around the bend with me about a month ago. I got so into this flurry of compositions that I can't shut off the mental activity at night when I'm supposed to. Sleep is a good thing. The body, the mind, the soul needs it. So how do you get the prescribed dosage and still hold on to "it", whatever "it" is....that thing that keeps you writing and giddy at the thought of getting up before sunrise so you can power up the old laptop and keep working on the oboe part.
Maybe I'll try meditation again. Or maybe a stiff scotch after dinner? I dunno. La comedia no esta fini.
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