Wind and Song

When I think back to my trumpet-playing days, when I played music and aspired to build a professional life around the practice, I think of the utter simplicity of it all. Wake up, drink coffee, head to the practice room and breathe. That's it. Just "wind and song."I'm sure there were frustrations, and like many memories, I tend to romanticize them, but the act itself seemed so utterly focused compared to what I confront today.I find writing difficult at the best of times. There was a distinct physicality to playing music, but writing is all in your mind, and my mind is messy, with many divergent thoughts at any one time. Writing is thinking, and sometimes it's just hard to think.It's especially hard to think when the business of writing comes with so many distractions. I write for our podcasts, and producing audio for distribution is an absolute minefield of issues. Sunday and yesterday, it was someone stealing our IP. Yesterday and today, it's Spotify taking down an episode because…