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Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.

(Because it’s the holidays, we’ll be having three posts this week: this one, a special flashback story from Daron on Thursday, and then a regular chapter on Saturday! The flashback story will be posted overnight both in text form and I’ll be posting a video of it. Merry merry everyone! -ctan)
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A little while later Jordan asked, kinda casually, “So you been writing much? Other than the soundtrack stuff, I mean.”

I think I was actually lying on the floor at that point, just because lying flat felt good. “Are you kidding me? I never stopped.”

“Yeah? How many songs would you say you’ve got in inventory, as it were?”

“Hundreds. I wrote a ton while we were on the road last summer, Ziggy and I had worked on stuff before that. ” I sat up a little, thinking it over, and made a note to switch back from whiskey to beer. “There’s everything I wrote in Spain. And there’s everything I wrote while in LA, the previous stint, I mean. Shit, I wrote a song a day some weeks when I didn’t have anything better to do.”

“Huh, really,” he said, you know, like he was just being polite or acknowledging I was answering his question. But as I was starting to learn, Jordan’s placid demeanor hid a lot of brainwave activity.