I did something today that I hadn't expected: I read a short book of poetry in an attempt to get my mind wrapped around the idea of getting back to writing lyrics. The book I read, Our Numbered Days, by Neil Hilborn, was a quick, mostly irreverent read that had some serious depth to it at the same time.
At the same time, I did a bit of listening, and I kept working my way through the pile of magazines. It was, in some ways, a repeat of yesterday, in that it was overall a quiet day, but there were definitely some really great moments.
Tomorrow needs to be more productive.
At the same time, I did a bit of listening, and I kept working my way through the pile of magazines. It was, in some ways, a repeat of yesterday, in that it was overall a quiet day, but there were definitely some really great moments.
Tomorrow needs to be more productive.
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