The last time i wrote a letter like this was last night, but that one was meant for one and this one means more. I’ve written more in April and May than i may have written in the past year, and it doesn’t seem contrived.
The whole practice of writing has been a neglected art in my life. At least in a form that’s not song, and even then, it seems like I’ve only been able to start transmuting these feelings into tangible pieces over the past 6 months. At my pithiest, it’s been a practice of stepping back and allowing creation to happen rather than willing creation into existence. Heartbreak really did open doors, at least on the inside. Speaking of which…
…here’s a track I’ve been near completion since last December.
Now why has it been near completion for a few months, i could put it down to artisanal perfectionism (which really just sounds unnecessary as a phrase that needs to exist). And while not inaccurate, i feel it’s long since left the womb and maybe exposure to a few judgemental aunts and uncles will give it some room to grow. Adding a V0 at the end of the title reassures me much more than any validation on the actual track would.
(h/t to wileycj for helping with the ambient spacey guitar during the verses, and probably the only other person who can help me complete this)
Lastly, I’ve been writing short stories. And a couple have been immensely enjoyable. I’ll be linking them in upcoming letters soon, perhaps with a V0 tacked on as well.