guerrilla journals

It has been a while since I've written—blog, thoughts, literature, whatever. Not intentional but any means. A long travel period and then reentering the work atmosphere, music, therapy, a diagnosis that puts all the pieces together, addressing a lot of debt and facing forced minimalism, a work retreat, an implosion caused my big mouth (the spark), tension, vampirism unleashed. It's been a lot.

To write, you have to read. To read, you have to have time to read. And that, I am always battling to have. I am going to try scheduling my days, to literally carve out time on an agenda every day that says “Pick up a book and fuck off” or “Pick up your instrument and fuck off” or “Pick up your keyboard and fuck off.”

I'll let you know how it goes.