When you create without a goal, something unforeseen emerges.
Sometimes it’s a sentence or a tune. Sometimes a mood. Sometimes a made-up word that didn’t exist until you needed it.
I loved every second of this impromptu conversation with my beloved husband, Jon Batiste. We sat on the stoop—dogs milling about—and talked about first lines, the tyranny of the blank page, and the permission to just free yourself and begin.
Do you tend to wait for clarity before you begin—or begin in order to find it?
