Sigh! The frustration...

Have you ever felt like you were totally on the verge of something amazing and then nothing happened? That's pretty much exactly how I'm feeling right now. In a previous post, I mentioned a melody on the piano that I've been messing around with for quite some time now. Well, I sat down for an hour tonight and messed around with it. I changed the key and started humming the melody and singing stupid words like "I have no idea where this is going... I'm sick of playing this over and over" stuff like that. Suddenly things just clicked in my head and lyrics flowed out onto the paper. Just a chorus but that's better than nothing right? I wrote the verses after another half an hour of mulling it over in my head. I came to the computer to transfer the chicken scratch that is my handwriting when I'm songwriting into something more legible. Well, to make a long story short, in the process of, what I considered, making the finished product better than the original, the fourteen lines of text I had written over the course of the last hour were slowly whittled down to two. That's right, I ditched all but two lines of the chorus. What I want to know is HOW IN THE WORLD DO PEOPLE DO THIS FOR A LIVING??!! and why in the world did was that my dream as a child? On the bright side of things (because we know that I'm a glass-half-full kinda girl), I do have a pretty outstanding couplet. I do believe it's time I find an adequate muse, because whatever's on my brain right now simply won't suffice any longer.

writer's block

Have you ever had one of those times where you want so desperately to put your thoughts into words but every time you open your mouth the makings of your brain turn to putty and leak out your ears? Ok, so that was a bad visual but I'm kind of in that position right now. I've been playing with a melody/accompaniment that's been dancing around in my head for almost a year now. I wrote it sitting in the Eccles music building at Dixie in September of '07. It has extreme potential and it's one of the only melodies that I've written that I really truly like but I cannot think of any words. Every time I sit down to write words, my mind betrays me and I forget how to speak English. Now I know how a toddler feels.