I Got The Music In Me

I work with words all day. Comparing them, refining them, editing them, finding ways to organise them to convey their meaning more clearly. I've said before that this sometimes means that I'm "worded out" when I get home and can't find the enthusiasm to blog.

This state of affairs cannot be allowed to continue.

I'm lucky enough that I work with something I'm interested in and I mustn't let the "work" kill off the "interest". If I make one resolution for the year to come and beyond it's to play with words; to find the fun and the magic in them. Whether I wish it or not I'm never going to be a Clapton, a Blackmore, a Page, but give me an instrument with the 26 strings of the alphabet and I can make music. Will others want to listen? That's not my concern. I wouldn't be so pretentious as to say something like "ars gratia artis" but you get my drift. I'm here because I want to be.

So I'll be back. Repeatedly. Until I come up with a better idea, something better to write, I'll be here practising my scales, toying with riffs and making sure that my hands fall naturally into the shapes of the chords I want to use.