I’ve been doing this and that. I spent months trying to figure out the e-book and how to go about creating one. I finally figured it out and sent it to New York, Brooklyn. It ended up in Brooklyn of all places. Not Manhattan but Brooklyn. Soon, The Nick Poems will be states side and hopefully people buy it and get a chuckle from it.
I’ve been futzing around tinkering with the song. Sometimes the song comes easily and other times it lingers. I prefer when they come out easily, when songs linger it worries me. I don’t like to force the issue when it comes to art, when I do it usually turns out bad. I’ve been nursing this song and I almost feel like scraping it, but I’m in admired with chord structure. It sounds pretty to me. But the words are hanging me up, and what I have now is not that interesting to me. I have a few good lines, but I’m not satisfied with it at all. There’s a balance to art. You can rush through things, or take to long. When it starts to feel funny inside, it’s time to take a step back. But if you wait to long you lose the beauty of spontaneity. This song is not spontaneous at all. That worries me. Not that everything has to be spontaneous, but I prefer things to be like jazz, and when it’s not, it feels unnatural. Creation takes time in most instances. Sometimes I wish it didn’t.
