For the millionth time this year, I have revisited Patti Smith’s M Train.

God damn, she can write. Her writing has so much texture, dimension. I would never claim to write for any other reason than to amuse myself, but when I read Patti Smith I feel like I should be better.  I want to create the same full-on sensory portal into my little corner of the world. I want to write sentences that stand up off a page. And still, I want it all to sound just like me. Whatever that means. 

I envy her routine in M Train. Wake up, go to a coffee shop and write. A few years ago when I was doing freelance work, my routine was similar. I would wake up (dress), find a coffee shop and sit down (with coffee), study a book on the history of art or music (take notes) go to the gym (exercise), get home and work on some project (maybe nap?), do an online tutorial. Rinse and repeat. 

I truly miss the gym at 9:00am on a Tuesday.

But then, I’ve also had itchy feet lately. It all seems somehow rooted in Patti Smith and her book M Train. First in New York and then in Mexico. Maybe it’s because in both places she makes it her routine to visit to coffee shops. Right now, that feels so right. Coffee in some place other than Toronto. 

30 Minute Playlist: M Train