One of my favorite conversations ever took place in a donut shop on a fall afternoon.
I was there with a musician friend of mine. We drank coffee and ate donuts and talked about creating stuff.
I told him I was jealous of him. I’d always wanted to be a musician because I loved the idea of “studio time.” I wanted to spend time in a designated creative space where you play and make things and fool around with your collaborators in the pursuit of an idea. I suppose this picture in my head came from the “Fallen From The Sky” sequence in the film, Once.
“But dude,” he shot back. “You’re a writer. The whole world is your studio…”