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Music & Lyrics: A cute, harmless movie that leads me to these not entirely un-relevant thoughts:
Song writers get to see their audience. Book writers have an anonymous audience; failure is indirect. That’s appealing. I kind of like the aspect of perhaps not knowing who reads me, as opposed to knowing exactly who doesn’t.

Movie’s over: happy ending.
Here come the credits
And the tears.
Unless… I choose to sleep instead.
I think I’m up to the effort, but no.
Five damn years
Of dammed up tears,
Nothing to show for it.
Except four years of non-stop writing,
Some people I wouldn’t have met
And some long thought out
Well planned impulsive stupidity.
And a bit of over eating, unusual but
The airline food tasted good.
So I plug into music
Listening to The Script, Science and Faith
For the First Time, Nothing, This Equals Love.
Then sleeping.
Then breakfast.
Reorienting to croissants and coffee and fruit.
Resituating, a bathroom break
Reorganization, and really
Beginning touchdown
Wheels and heart.