My little studio looks like a bomb’s hit it, with lyric sheets strewn every which way, cups of long-forgotten coffee perched precariously above electronics, and rogue pieces of popcorn I’m sure I’ll keep discovering weeks down the road, evidence of a post-eureka celebratory bowl toss.

I write this, I suppose, to remind myself that good things can come from mess. Even if things seem chaotic, it’s important to keep going.