solitude's symphony & a heartfelt apology

unfinished albums, writer's block, and the unexpected beauty of being alone

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tl;dr: i'm sorry i haven't delivered on my promise of a demo for my paid subscribers! writer's block is kicking my ass, but i'm finding unexpected solace in solitude and wordplay - and that’s what this is about.

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Me, trying to polish lyrics and write for the Substack! Haha.

mi gente,

it's been a minute, hasn't it? i've been sitting here in my little corner of university heights, staring at my laptop screen, willing the words to come. spoiler alert: they haven't. not in the way i wanted them to, anyway.

first things first: i owe you an apology. to my ride-or-die paid subscribers, i promised you a demo, and i haven't delivered. i feel like i've let you down, and that's been weighing on me lately!

the truth is, i've been struggling. writer's block has hit me like a chancletazo from mami, and it's left me reeling. i've been trying to finish this album, pouring my heart and soul into lyrics that just won't cooperate. it's like trying to catch a coquí with chopsticks - frustrating, seemingly impossible, and probably hilarious to watch.

but here's the thing: in this struggle, in this solitude, i've found something unexpected. a kind of peace. a symphony in the silence.

when the lyrics wouldn't come, i started playing with words. alliteration became my new best friend (sorry, pat, you've been demoted). and in those quiet moments, alone in my apartment with only the distant sounds of my twelve fans for company (it’s a hot one, y’all), something shifted.