When you’re totally out of gas

Oh, hi friends!

Maybe it was the Reese’s peanut butter cup. (Fine, cups.)

Maybe it was the imminent deadline.

Maybe it was wanting to use another part of my brain.

But I was very tired last night after work and still managed to work on a song for two hours—and could have kept going. 

I was going to say I forced myself to work on a song, really there wasn't much forced needed.

Once you start the things that give you energy, they do just that. It’s the starting that matters.

This manages to be both slightly creepy and adorable?

Inspired by the snow yesterday in New York. I was wearing slippery flat suede boots. Good job, me.

"At one point, I just said to myself, 'I’m going to have to be a writer because it feels like that’s the only thing that makes me happy. It’s the only thing that makes me love life.'"

The truth is sometimes that simple and that deeply earned. Loved this interview with the playwright Celine Song, whose play Endlings is soon up at American Repertory Theater in Cambridge, Massachusetts. (h/t Aunt Gina Cutruzzula)

Here's Jeremy Jordan and Laura Osnes in a mash-up of the Rodgers & Hammerstein song "Ten Minutes Ago" and Jason Robert Brown's "The Next Ten Minutes." *squeals*

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Thanks, as always, for reading.

Love, Kara