I want to write.
But I continually ask myself, "have I read enough?"
Is the well full?
I've written a lot of music, but I started young enough that it didn't matter that I hadn't found a voice - that I didn't know what I was doing. I was just painting with sound, haphazardly.
Now I'm not young, and I don't have the bravery that comes from naivety.
I have ideas for pieces, both fiction and non-fiction, but every time it comes time to move forward, giants loom in my mind. DFW. Nabakov.
It's silly.
Giants don't loom in my mind when I write music. And even if they did, I have some mastery over notes. I trust myself. There are only 12 notes. How many words are there?
Finding some solace here.
Friday, December 28, 2012
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