but nothing is coming out.
Its 3:30 on a beautiful bank holiday Monday afternoon. The sun is out, there's a tiny finch bathing in the pond just above the sight line of my laptop screen and I'm outside with soaking up the lovely sounds of a band i was recommended.
This is where i should be thriving. Musical and lyrical ideas should be jumping from my head to the page but still nothings happening. I thought for a while that maybe it has something to do with the fact im actually happy. Maybe I'm at my most creative when things aren't going my way. But that throws up a nice little paradox. I'm happy when im writing songs but i can only write when im sad...
surely not...
I truly hope that isn't the case otherwise I'm fooked....
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