Quarantine Project Day 32
Fighting it out today, it was, and what came was not good quality. It's the kind of stuff that has to be either seriously re-worked later or discarded. But it has to stay in place as it is right now because it is the bridge to tomorrow's work, which I hope will be better.
I'm not sure if it was Tchaikovsky - if not, some classical great - who said that his overtures were bits of inspirational work bolted together by a lot of dull but necessary engineering. What a generous remark. It helps enormously to understand how the creative arts work. You hope that God or Nature sends you a line or two of pure inspiration and then you roll up your sleeves for the rest of it.
Only a late rush gave me a decent word-count. Were it not for this blog I wouldn't have got past 500 words, but I would have blushed to report that. I seemed to spend most of the day making coffee and fumbling about with my guitar; and then feeling sheepish for having spent the day drinking coffee and playing only the easy chords. So, even if no-one is reading this, the illusion that they are is motivating me to persist.
Sleeves-rolled, sooty-faced engineering has bolted together an industrial 1764 words.
(For yesterday's blog in the Quarantine Project click on "achives")
