Discipline. Practice. Belief.

When you’re not writing on deadline or for an already established gig,  then this is what it takes to get to the keyboard…for me.

One of the dangers of working online for most of the day is similar to watching any other screen for too long–it flattens out humanity.  Everything has a gloss to it in some way., whereas real humans are so often messy,  coming apart around the edges, fragile, layered, so very beautifully imperfect.  Maybe that’s why I prefer the gesture drawing, the blurry lines…and fragmented theater, literature, even music…  Sometimes prose, in all its lovely form and glory, puts a sheen over the beautiful “imperfection” of the lived experience…


When layered with myriad parts,  music is an art form that engenders the layers of human experience–getting those melodies and harmonies at the same time…

I’ve always wondered what makes “melody” melody,  and “harmony” harmony?  Is the human ear tuned to certain notes and chords in different ways?  what gives?




Published by rachellepell

Not like Picasso. I am no genius. Not Matisse or Kadinksi. In fact, would rather stay invisible, but I have to reveal what I'm like...like..a...writer...sorry. That means work. I can also play. but fuck it...no one likes to play much anymore. not here on the Internet. That's okay with me. I'm just trying to live and learn. and Like it.

One thought on “Discipline. Practice. Belief.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

%d bloggers like this: