So the other day over my morning coffee, I re-read a chapter of a book I started writing in 2013. After I read it, I thought: Oh ya. I have a book to finish.
It isn’t perfect but it has potential. And if I’ve ever wanted to do anything with this life, it’s that. I have a book in me. I don’t know if it’s that book. At least it won’t be that book in its current incarnation. But the possibility of its future incarnation excites me.
So for the next few months, as I embark on my own private writing retreat, I’ll be posting songs that are somehow writerly. Or poetic. Or otherwise sung by Morrissey.
May your own muse (writerly or otherwise) also smack you upside the head.