I took a little break. It happens.
I didn’t stop writing because I got bored with the activity– I stopped because I couldn’t think of anything to write about. I wrote about the habit of writing at the beginning of this project– how I disagree with the notion that one should write every day. It’s not the act when it comes to creativity, it’s the ritual. I always give myself the time to write, but if I don’t have anything to say, what’s the point? I know myself well enough, creatively, to know if I have anything in the tank. It’s not even about having an idea– it’s more about recognizing your subconscious when it starts talking to you. I can almost always feel a song coming, for example, whether or not I have a clear notion of what it will be in my mind.
For me it’s all about the ritual. It’s knowing I’ll have the time and space in my life to write should I feel compelled to do so.
Today, I started to get that feeling again after five days of its absence.
It was most likely kickstarted by my songwriting session yesterday with Walt Wilkins and Josh Grider.
I once read a statement on twitter by an anonymous songwriter in Nashville…
[that's right-- this person claims to be a widely recorded songwriter (a claim I tend to believe, actually) who uses the anonymity of twitter to criticize the music business and those involved. To be fair, he praises people from time to time too, but I can't look past the cowardly act of hiding your identity to figuratively bite the hand that has apparently been feeding you (and feeding you well) for quite some time.]
…Anyway, that guy once said that a real writer doesn’t broadcast who they’re writing with.
Walt and Josh got me out of my rut so they deserve the credit.
And also, screw that anonymous guy.
time: 3:08 pm
date: Wednesday May 28th
place: home, New Braunfels, TX