Sweat Drenched Writing (music blog + playlist)
As I am writing this, I'm lying on the floor of a sun beaten Dutch monastery's attic, August-hot, all fans on. Around me sit about six writers I just danced with. Equally sweat-drenched, they're pouring what's left of them on paper. It's a jaw-clenchingly beautiful thing, the mix of sweat and words and bodies and minds.