Looking Back In Joy Instead Of Ahead in Dread
Why can't today's populist clowns be more like Kinky Friedman?
While either can be done in all manner of settings, I’ve always believed that optimal conditions for both writing and making love had three things in common: Both are best done with appropriate mood lighting and 1.2 drinks in you. Neither should ever be attempted with cloying background soundscapes. (No hair metal or Adele, no screeching kids, no Tomi Lahren podcasts playing in the background.) And unless your mate or readers are into peevish narcoleptics, you should never make love or write while being fatigued or highly agitated.