Welcome back, Morning Pages! Oh how I have missed you so, and not even allowed myself to acknowledge it ( Read more... )

Somehow, if I am ever stuck in a song, a writer's block if you will of music, I can work through it by singing in the shower. I don't start out soaping up with the intent of working through a song. It's just as soon as I step into the tub, notes of music start running through my head ( Read more... )

I've been dreaming about death a lot over the past week. I'm really tired of stumbling across dying bodies, pools of blood, and feeling the sadness and despair. One night I dreamt of a person getting murdered backstage of a theater. Though the crew had done their best to clean up the area, the wooden floors were still stained with blood. Last night ( Read more... )