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Hello, Friends.

News as of late:
(1) Holed up in my apartment, writing songs.
(2) Writing really bad songs.
(3) With bad melodies.
(4) I’m writing a novella. I figured I needed another project to chip away at when songwriting’s got me down, so I’m taking a swing at Goal No. 2. It’s going painfully slow. Thank you for asking.
With this new gargantuan project that will undoubtably challenge my focus, patience and temper, I did a little re-evaluating of how I spend my work day and found that, like most, I piss away an exorbitant amount of time online. Google Reader, Facebook and fantasy football are the main culprits, the targets of my anxious creative energies. So the computer and I are gonna spend a little time apart. A notebook and a pen are my new best friends.
Have a great weekend. Time to get to work.
…but first I need to make a waiver claim for New England’s defense. They got Buffalo this week. Nice match-up.

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“The artist committing himself to his calling has volunteered for hell, whether he knows it or not. He will be dining for the duration on a diet of isolation, rejection, self-doubt, despair, ridicule, contempt and humiliation.”

“The War of Art” Steven Pressfield