Somedays, things just escape me
4 years ago
Today I was able to shake my favourite red pick out of my guitar. I foolishly dropped it in there last week. Today, I was armed with a small piece of transluscent plastic, that to me, meant the difference between playing one song and playing another.
Thus I continued writing the song I’ve been working on for a while now. I really should start writing it down though. Although I have a good handle on the chords and where i want them, it’s the words that escape me. After about 5 minutes of backwards progress, I resigned to playing other people’s songs. That didn’t work out so well either. Tomorrow, I will work on this tomorrow.
