I spent the first two hours of my work day writing an essay about pop music and my romantic history instead of doing, you know, something productive. I got inspired looking at Nerve.com, and now here I am, getting ready for lunch having done very little that is guaranteed to get me paid today. But, gosh, it was fun, and so many writing books and classes tell you all you have to do is write every day and everything will work itself out. I’m too practical and cynical and experienced (and dependent on writing to pay bills) to believe that, exactly. But I can tell you this: I wrote 1400 words today, it was fun, and maybe I’ll make like $50 for it. So I guess that’s not entirely unproductive.
This is one of the songs I wrote about: