It has been a while since I sat down to music at my computer. Usually I have a creepypasta or a TV show playing in the background, telling myself it is not a distraction, but in denial that my brain no longer can compartmentalize like it used to.
I have also forced myself to stay inside, besides a quick run to Jewel to pick up coffee for the house and 1/2 a gallon of milk for my mom. My legs have been hurting since Sunday. Like all day pain? Perhaps the neuropathy getting the best of me but again, I’ve been pushing through when I should be resting them and perhaps some gentle massage?
Anyway, listening to Jeff Buckley on the Sad Indie Spotify channel and going to do some editing after I post this.
There are a couple pieces were I used a title prompt. I think the original piece was something like Tuesday Inventory. And I use it as a way to force observation. This piece came out of a train ride downtown and a basic observation, the sunshine.
Then it went to the sea, my husband’s father. Generational toughness. My husband and I, then slipped into the surreal. Who knows what will come of it? But here is a line:
But your father would never tell you any of this, loving the lie of no regrets.
I am also working on this prompt from Miguel S. Prompt: Itch Love his prompts and try to do them when I can. I scribbled out something while at the Senior home yesterday and now, I have to make something of it.