I’m reading back through this blog’s 20 years of posts, and just now I came across this post, written in 2008 while I was still trying to write the Symphony in G, back when I was still checking out books to kindergartners during the day and riding herd on Georgia’s gifted and talented teenagers during the summer.

You don’t need to read the post; essentially, I was whinging about Dvorak and never being able to match his inventiveness. Of course, I said, it was his day job. He had all the time he needed to be inventive.

And then I wrote this: I begin to wonder if I would be more productive if I had all day every day to thrash out ideas and discard the less worthy ones.

Oof.

I guess I’ve answered that question.