When Bluegrass pioneer, Jimmy Martin sang this song (written by Jimmy Skinner), it’s almost like he had the unpublished writer in mind.
Honey you don’t know my mind, I’m lonesome all the time
Born to lose, a drifter that’s me
You can travel for so long, then a rambler’s heart goes wrong
Baby you don’t know my mind today
It’s lonely. “Don’t despair. Write on,” Colum McCann says. Sometimes it makes my butt hurt. “Keep your arse in the seat,” Colum McCann says. Is anybody out there listening? “Get the words down on the page,” Colum McCann says.
“My own experience has been that the tools I need for my trade are paper, tobacco, food, and a little whiskey,” sayeth William Faulkner.
It gives me hope imagining Jimmy Martin might have liked that.