#roc

we write every day, we fight every day, we think and scheme and dream a little dream every day. manuscripts pile up in the kitchen sink, run-on sentences dangle around our necks. we plant purple prose in our gardens and snip the adverbs only to thread them in our hair. we write with no guarantees, no certainties, no promises of what might come and we do it anyway. this is who we are. ↗

— Tahereh Mafi

#writing-philosophy #writing-process #dreams

Time you enjoy wasting is not wasted time. ↗

— Marthe Troly-Curtin

#misattributed-john-lennon #procrastination #time #time

Even so, there were times I saw freshness and beauty. I could smell the air, and I really loved rock 'n' roll. Tears were warm, and girls were beautiful, like dreams. I liked movie theaters, the darkness and intimacy, and I liked the deep, sad summer nights. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#darkness #freshness #girls #intimacy #movie-theatres

Things began to go wrong when I was seventeen. My band’s twenty-year-old lead guitarist earned seven years in jail for a drug-fuelled spree of violence. The other band members were quick to let go of their musical dreams, but I never did. They did the ‘mature’ thing: after writing off the band as a teenage fantasy, they got real jobs and made some money. They called it growing up. I called it giving up. ↗

— Mark Rice

#dreams #drugs #fantasy #guitar #heavy-metal

You can put off your dreams, your desires, your careers, your farms. You can avoid your responsibilities, obligations, promises, and sovereign rights. But any person who wants to make music, and doesn't, is a goddamned fool. ↗

— Jenna Woginrich

#inspiring #music #procrastination #dreams

I was ten when I heard the music that ended the first phase of my life and cast me hurtling into a new horizon. Drenched to the skin, I stood on Dunoon’s pier peering seawards through diagonal rain, looking for the ferry that would take me home. There, on the everwet west coast of Scotland, I heard it: like sonic scalpels, the sounds of electric guitars sliced through the dreich weather. My body hairs pricked up, each one a willing receiver for the Thunder-God grooves. To my young ears, the sound of these amplified guitars was angelic (although, with hindsight, I don’t suppose angels play Gibson guitars at ear-bleeding volume). A voice that suggested vocal chords of polished silver soared alongside razor-sharp overdriven riffs. I knew that I was hearing the future. ↗

— Mark Rice

#heavy-metal #mark-rice #metallic-dreams #rite-of-passage #rock-music

Ah, gods, hope. Our savior and our tormentor, the price and ferry pass for the dreams that carry us to the future. ↗

— Amy Lane

#dreams

My advice is to never do tomorrow what you can do today. Procrastination is the thief of time. ↗

— Charles Dickens

#today

Because you're in a band, you go for other people in bands or in the music industry, but people don't grow up right when they're on tour all the time. They don't do the same things as someone who's been at home and gone to school and got a bunch of crappy jobs. ~Allison Robertson ↗

— Paul Miles

#home

RIVETING TORPOR It is remarkable how far I am prepared to go In order to avoid doing the one thing that might Provide satisfaction, and it is remarkable to consider What I will do instead of it, purely for the pleasure Of being dissatisfied. When it is merely a matter Of sitting down for a few hours and dreaming That something of value might eventually arise From this routine of self-enforced boredom. ↗

— John Tottenham

#fear-of-failure #procrastination #self-doubt #dreams