On Sunday morning I was driving around in the sunshine on an errand for J-cloths and croissants and I was writing a ballad that came to me suddenly as I was driving round the round about and down the leafy beach road and thinking of rhymes and rhythms and story endings.
Then I got back to where people were and stopped thinking about it, and now I can't remember it, of course.
Always, always write it down...
Then I got back to where people were and stopped thinking about it, and now I can't remember it, of course.
Always, always write it down...
3 comments:
Girlfriend, I am writing it down. And it feels good.
Ah, I know this dynamic well. I have notebooks almost anyplace I go, but there are still times I say, "I'll write this down in few minutes later" only to forget it...
I have about a thousand excellent blog posts floating around somewhere like that.
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