The songs, the stories, the Godsend
I think I've finally found my voice. After many years of experimenting and beign so easily suaded by other people's sounds, I think I'm finally settling into a likeable sound of my own. I've been talking to my friends Collin and Brook about performing at open Mic nights and hopefully start a group, but so far, it seems that I'm the only one that's this excited about it. I've been writing lyrics like crazy, all over my homework pages, sticky notes, and sometimes on myself when I don't have paper. I'm praying for some open window in my busy schedule so I sit down with my guitar or piano and work some of them out. I want this so very badly and I don't think I've ever been as ready.
Also, I'm really happy with the story that I'm turning in today. We were given a topic to write about in class and then after a while, switched with the person next to us for the next topic. This went on three times and I recieved three different topics.
- Someone crying at a birthday party
- An insulting comment
- A brick wall
- A little girl with a terrible report card.
My first story stunk. But, luckily, we were given the weekend to finish/rewrite them however we wanted, as long as each topic is introduced in order and not mentioned before it's turn. At first, I thought it was going to suck no matter what, but, surprisingly, I managed to make it work and I wish that I was allowed to make it longer.
Story ideas, phrases, characters, have been coming in just as fluidly as the lyrics. Hopefully, this time, they wont collect dust in some journal, like everything else.
I'm quitting music. I am only one semester away from finishing here, but I just can't bring myself to do it any longer. If I had it my way, I'd drop my classes right now, but Philip won't have it. I'll finish what I started. This part, at least. I realized that I've hated it the whole time, but the only reason why I've kept at it is because the experts told me that I should. Don't be a quitter or else you don't have what it takes. But the problem is that the passion is dying out. I've wasted all of the time that I could have spent writing songs and stories and actually getting somewhere. I think my run with the little band woke me up. That and my extreme unhappiness in not being able to produce any sort of Art this semester. My creative writing class was a Godsend. Otherwise I don't think I would make it.
Also, I'm really happy with the story that I'm turning in today. We were given a topic to write about in class and then after a while, switched with the person next to us for the next topic. This went on three times and I recieved three different topics.
- Someone crying at a birthday party
- An insulting comment
- A brick wall
- A little girl with a terrible report card.
My first story stunk. But, luckily, we were given the weekend to finish/rewrite them however we wanted, as long as each topic is introduced in order and not mentioned before it's turn. At first, I thought it was going to suck no matter what, but, surprisingly, I managed to make it work and I wish that I was allowed to make it longer.
Story ideas, phrases, characters, have been coming in just as fluidly as the lyrics. Hopefully, this time, they wont collect dust in some journal, like everything else.
I'm quitting music. I am only one semester away from finishing here, but I just can't bring myself to do it any longer. If I had it my way, I'd drop my classes right now, but Philip won't have it. I'll finish what I started. This part, at least. I realized that I've hated it the whole time, but the only reason why I've kept at it is because the experts told me that I should. Don't be a quitter or else you don't have what it takes. But the problem is that the passion is dying out. I've wasted all of the time that I could have spent writing songs and stories and actually getting somewhere. I think my run with the little band woke me up. That and my extreme unhappiness in not being able to produce any sort of Art this semester. My creative writing class was a Godsend. Otherwise I don't think I would make it.