Matthew Morgan (minorvariation) wrote in simmerdim, @ 2010-04-06 00:14:00 |
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Current mood: | working |
Entry tags: | claire, david, matthew |
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Matthew is firmly ensconced in his hotel room--he doesn't mind when they're just in the city, but the occasional venue outside of Manhattan triggers all his nervous centres, and he's doing his best to pretend that nothing else exists besides him and his pages of notes. He's not writing his own lyrics for the time being, just rearranging traditionals into a form he likes better, which is less stressful overall.
He is chain-smoking, something he only does when he's writing. There are two empty packs on the table already, the ashtray is overflowing, and he has another one between his fingers as he frowns at the paper, tapping a rhythm on his knee.
He hasn't been outside in over twelve hours, nor has he stopped to eat, but that's normal. He doesn't really think anyone is going to bother him over that. Not really.