Undisturbed mornings can be hard to come by. With all the distractions of life, and the general chaos of simply being human, it can be hard to find time to write in relative peace. This morning for me is no different from any other.
Here I sit in my tarpaulin cave waiting for inspiration to strike once again. But, as with most mornings, it seems that inspiration didn't get the memo. So, until that wonderful muse comes along I am sitting here listening to old radio shows that myself and others have done at WKKL 90.7FM at Cape Cod Community College.
Most of you know that I have a show that I do weekly at WKKL called the Tree of Metal. It's a show that focuses loosely on the genre of Heavy Metal. I say that it is a loose focus because on the Tree of Metal you could literally hear anything from the blues in 1939 to the latest Hardcore or Thrash from today. Get it? Tree of Metal ... roots to the branches and all that.
So my muse seems to be playing hookie, and that's fine. Today has still been a good morning to get things done. The tricky thing is that my tease of a muse will most likely show up while I'm sitting in traffic where it's impossible to write. Funny thing the way that all works.
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