It is always nice when ideas meet. Talk to each other, sometimes they try to stare each other down, sometimes they avoid eye contact. Some times the ideas dance, swaying together in a roomful of light. Sometimes the ideas pretend the other does not exist at all.
Once in a while, just once in a while, two ideas will see each other across a wide, wide ocean and….understand. Walk away, hands locked together, even as the rest of the world fades into nothing.
Of late, there is a certain music which flows when in the back of my head when I am writing. It is not a constant, nor is it always the most audible. But it is there, a stream of notes and silent pauses, a collection of octaves and little, tiny thingie jingies.
Did I tell you about a typewriter I bought? I forget you know, these days, I just forget. I got it for a thousand bucks and I just cleaned it up and typed a page of nonsense and it goes clak clak clak TING! Wonderful. Absolutely wonderful.