Another fitful sleep. I’ve been waking up at 4:23 a.m. for the past few nights thinking about writing “stuff.” Blog, website, book launch, etc.
This morning, the first thing I asked Ramone to do was change something on my website—remove the word “or” on one of the pages. Believe it or not, that little word contributed to keeping me awake at night. I never thought I could be so damn anal, but I guess I was wrong.
I don’t know if I’m going about my writing in the correct way. I’m not sure all this social media is going to contribute greatly to my success. It takes up a lot of time, and finding the right balance is something I’m still struggling with. As such, I’m declaring Mondays a day for a brief blog about music—something that popped into my head at 5:44 a.m. as I lay staring at my digital clock.
I’ve seen an incredible progression of music paraphernalia in my lifetime. I’ve owned and still own vinyl 33s and 45s, tape cassettes, several CD Walkmans and multiple iPods—as well as everything in between. I’ve experienced great music because I was interested in it and can mark each of my major relationships by the type of music we’ve shared. My CD collection was actually the only thing I fought over when my last relationship ended. It sounds funny now since music can be repurchased so easily via iTunes, but at the time, my music was one of the few things that defined me, and I wasn’t giving it up without a fight.
Next Monday, I’ll talk more about my collection, favorite songs, and new and great discoveries. As much as music inspires my stories, I can’t have it playing while I work. Time to get back to some serious writing.