Sometimes I want to want to write. I want to want to get myself over to my dining room table - my preferred writing spot - and have The Muse come sit down with me. We usually have some wine together and chat.
But...this week, she seems to have split. Maybe she saw me without makeup and thought I was a lost cause, I don't know.
Apparently she had better things to do.
She doesn't know I'm not gonna chase her.
I'm just not in the mood to write this week. It's been a rough week, for various reasons, and I'm not feelin' it.
So I'm going to listen to my mind and let it go right now.
She'll come back. I'm not worried.
And then we'll have little wine party we missed this week.
When I was younger, I used to “try” to write something. It often got frustrating. Then I decided to just wait for something to “pop into my head” or my hands (usually the first thing I do after I do my warm up exercises is noodle a little on the keyboard). I usually have no pre-planned idea. Occasionally, very occasionally, I’ll turn on my drum machine to a certain groove to see if it inspires me, but most of the time it doesn’t. When nothing bubbles up I just go on with whatever I’m doing or practice my list of about 60 tunes that I can play by memory. Eventually, something pops into my head and I document the idea on my iPhone Voice Memo app.
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