“Writers aren’t people exactly. Or, if they’re any good, they’re a whole lot of people trying so hard to be one person.” — F. Scott Fitzgerald
While I confess that I'm not one with high accolades or eloquence in a manner of "professional authorship", I do enjoy to write. This is mostly expressed lyrically, hum-drumming around in my head and figuring out word play or clever ways to say something, but I also enjoy penning on heavy weight paper and watching the ink stain inward, or blogging, as I do now and act on more frequently than the former.
I'm finding the flux and flow of understanding who I am musically, again. It's been a minute since I've just mused out and went for it. Whatever it is. I'm finding all my inspiration and motivation captured from my favorite bands or artists, or genres are all bubbling up at once - and I'll start to play something in the cadence of a hymn, and then it switches to a swaying Matchbox Twenty-esqu chorus. And I always have to kick myself in the shins to try and figure out how to write a good pre-chorus. I'm straight laced when it comes to that, and I'm learning how to write differently.
Although, I don't think I'm learning externally. It's more of a discovery; exploring what I shouldn't do and what is not normal. Then I think about how much I want to be in love, and how far from it I really am. Or I'll start to mumble what ifs in terms smoking cigarettes in a cobblestone town square at a cafe with Ray Bans on to cover the hangover, and what that life is like.
Or just being a sexy jazz singer with the saddest piano songs.
All in all, I am finding new trails opening up before me. The proverbial fog is lifting, and maybe it's sunlight, or maybe I'm dreaming.
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