Most often as I sit at the piano and doodle– try to devise a progression of chords that makes some sort of sense and is maybe even melodic. Other than that, and on rare occasions, I feel like I zero in on what I’m feeling inside as I write in my journal or in here. I could never be a fiction writer– I feel like I have a stunted imagination. Or maybe it’s just a paucity of experiences.
In any event, every once in a while, thoughts and feelings get translated to a page the way I want, almost as if the passage writes itself, words somehow materialize.