oh, argh.

[pipistrellafelix]

You know what I really hate? When I'm walking home in the dark & words are flowing perfectly through my head--I'm not composing anything, they're composing themselves, & they're amazing--& then when I get home & try to put them on paper they're just not the same words I spoke to myself. I hate that.


You know what I love? Rehersals. God, this is hard stuff. Hard & beautiful & challenging & heady stuff.

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[elanor-two.livejournal.com]

Ooo, yeah--in bed, right before sleep, or randomly waking up in the night. & when that happens I'm never totally sure if it was brilliant, or if I just thought it was because I was so sleepy...