I found, amidst the detritus of childhood and youth, at least ten notebooks, probably more. Notebooks from High School (not all of which I burned, apparently), notebooks from college (drawings all over the covers and misery on every page).
Despite my love of music, despite my love of performing, apparently, writing is what I do. If it takes 10,000 hours to become expert at something, then the one thing I do is freaking write.
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