Haven't exactly been neglecting the blog, of late—the last week saw an uptick in posts—but the actual writing of them has been something of a struggle. The words are coming slowly, amid clouds of second-guessing; quotes and links and reworkings of message-board posts have been useful crutches (they always are), but I miss the flow. It's not like Writer's Block, where you're pushing and pushing against the immovable; it's more like trying to run wind-sprints in gumboots—you've got freedom of motion, to an extent, but you just can't work up the velocity.
I am looking to remedy that. Like the Boy Fly, I find the quickest way to jumpstart the process is to write about music. To this end, a fistful of short tuneful jots this week.
Ten-finger exercises. I ask you, Constant Reader, to indulge me, if you will.
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