I experience life viscerally. It has always been this way. My parents thought something was wrong with me when I was little, but it turns out they just had an artist.

Throughout my life writing and piano have been outlets for distilling my thoughts, for the alchemy of turning experience into art. Most days I’m a better pianist than a writer, but sometimes the words spill out brilliantly and beautifully, which makes me feel as though I have just found out something very important about life. Maybe I have.

But usually, I revise my writing endlessly – sometimes years after a piece has been finished, whatever that means. I share this as a consolation for other writers; it can’t be said enough that my first drafts are awful. They are often too vague and move in too many directions, and it can take hours to edit even a short piece. I wrote this paragraph dozens of times.

My music tends to come out perfectly on the first go, but music has less rules than writing so I imagine that helps. I’m self-taught and cannot read notes yet feel more fluent in the language of the piano than any other way I might try to communicate.

Read my words here and listen to my music here.

I hope you like what I’ve made. We should all do what we love while we still can.

-Colette M.