Today is Thursday, a day that doesn’t mean much to most people other than being reasonably close to the weekend. Wednesday is the middle day that gets people closer to the notion of a weekend, while Monday and Tuesday are the beginning of a heavy work week. Friday is the day for most excitement, Saturday is filled with mistakes, and Sunday is preparing for the week. This is also based on the standard declaration of a workweek—seemingly changing with the gig economy and self-employment.

While drafting my arbitrary assumption of each day of the week, I am listening to This Old Dog by Mac DeMarco. I tend to always have a record playing while I write. Without overly stating my dedication to writing like an annoying pseudointellectual, I truthfully spend four to eight hours every day writing. Most of my time is spent typing, be it a freelance work assignment, for this blog, or any creative effort.

The effort of writing is a daunting task for most, largely since it co-exists with school. School was a significant chore for most of my life until I got to my later years in college, where I finally understood the value of education. Now, I can’t go a day without writing as it’s not only become my profession but something that gives me a purpose outside of guitar and music.

Declaring a love for writing and music has an odd hipster attachment to it, but it’s sincerely who I am. I love getting up every day, drinking green tea, and imagining what I’m going to write today (who wouldn’t hate me). Even with most of my writing being freelance writing assignments for income, any kind of writing is good for the exercise itself. It’s helping me become a better writer, and look forward to the day when I no longer have to do freelance assignments and can strictly rely on my own writing efforts.

I’m not sure if there is any relation between writing and vinyl or literature and music as a whole. Does Stephen King write with music on? Or does he sit in silence with just his thoughts and the sound of typing? I haven’t tried writing in silence before, and I imagine I won’t. I’m only a year and some change into my writing endeavor, but maybe there will be a day where I strictly write with only background noise around me.

I hope these stream of consciousness blog posts present some level of enjoyment to you. I was trying to think of a post for today when I started typing after putting This Old Dog on. Also, I have to admit I don’t only listen to Vinyl. My speakers have Bluetooth functionality, allowing me to shuffle through my Spotify. Regardless, just know there’s always music playing.