Pursuant to my recent quest to write more frequently and keep everything I’ve been thinking about writing top of mind, I submit this quick one. On Facebook, on a whim I whipped up the below little poem pretty quickly. It reflects what I was thinking about with my recent battles to stay sane in the pandemic as well as (in some degree) my attempt to try to reconcile the Raney family members burden – from Dad, Doug and finally me – to always be perfect, and the inevitable toll it takes when we can’t. I have no illusions anymore, just tremendous new creative energy to straighten out all my shit…
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Now on to the other (book) stuff..
For those of you who know me, corresponded with me or read my blog or my forum, Dad’s birthday this year was my projected target date for the release of Jimmy Raney’s unfinished book. Alas it’s still not done. It’s painful to have to say that. Project management on self-produced work is a bitch. I can tell you it’s getting close though and I’ve been putting in late nights to 2am after my day job and even teaching myself guitar. Sometimes, the reality is that the only time you can get work done is when you think you are going to run out of time. So at least 2 weeks…
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