Prolificity

As you might have noticed, I've been living in a beautiful city for the past couple.of months.

I call this city Prolificity.

They, whoever they are, insist that authentic creativity is linked to prolificity.

Dylan didn't quit after writing Mr. Tambourine Man nor did Ray Davies quit after You Really Got Me nor Shakespeare after whatever he write first.

Creativity is not lightning in a bottle.

Prolificity is full of electricity. All the lights are on and everybody's home.

I love being here.

Art doesn't suffer in Prolificity.

It never grows familiar although it has a familiar glow.

Suddenly, there is style as well as substance.

Switches are on, connections are made.

Goals are set and driven towards.

After my recent brush with cancer, I don't want to leave anything on the table.

My reward has been a residence in Prolificity.

Pretty sure, I'm not gonna be  "discovered". Me no overnight sensation I.

Quality comes from quantity. Some are better than others but that means very little in Prolificity. Others can figure that out and separate one from the other.

In Prolificity, everything is equal. Everything is welcome. 

It's wonderful to be here. It's certainly a thrill.

You're such a lovely audience

I'm so glad you can be with us

Here in Prolificity where I'm sure there is much more to come as June is bustin' out all over and we're taking it to the limit.