I can write a song, but not a blog...
I'm sitting here looking at a blank screen like it just looked at my wife some kind of way. I don't know why, but I've always been bad at having to make myself do things... When I naturally decide to put my mind to something 7 times out of 10 I probably do it fairly well, but things like this are not as natural to me. I spent all day while I was at work thinking of subject ideas for this post, but came up short. Some of the ideas I ran by Heather we're not very appropriate, and the others we're even shittier.
Technology has been helpful with sorting out the ideas the pass through my mind, and In the interest of full disclosure I dictated the first paragraph to my phone to get going. Even though I managed to find methods to focus my thoughts into content that did not exist yet I still get easily sidetracked. Which reminds me... I'm hungry, and I have to make dinner before practice.
The moral of the story here is if you're going to do something you had better be genuine enough to do whatever the fucking hell it takes to do it. There's no right or wrong way to create, but it needs to be 100% natural, and you have to be at least 87% yourself while you do it. Maybe just put away some of the shittier parts of yourself.
This song is about dealing with some writer's block. It references famous works of literature and music and the state the creators of those things were in/the lives they led outside of their work. Enjoy it, and see you on the 20th.