I don't really know where inspiration comes from. It's puzzling how it seems impossible at times to get through the wall in my mind. I've been trying endlessly for months to write something that I like, with no progress. Then suddenly the wall disappears without warning or reason. I'm not at all educated in metaphysics, but it seems like this would be a worthwhile study. I've really felt as though the block in my mind was a physical one. I wish I could find the secret to all of this; why my imagination suddenly let down it's guard.
I mainly wanted to write tonight to mark the occasion of writing the most promising bit of music I've started in my whole life. It's nice to feel this way again. I'm afraid to go to sleep; wondering if that wall will be back up again tomorrow. I hope you all are sleeping soundly.