My son came home today. He says he had a good time but he cant tell me what he actually did. He tried, but he wasn’t very good at expressing himself verbally today. I just listened and was glad he was back. Normally, I need a break from him but several days is more than enough.
On the other hand, I’m starting to feel a little down. This happens when I spend a lot of time on my own. I enjoy my solitude most of the time, but I had a weird, lonely feeling today. I’m supposed to get some writing done but I’m having trouble finding inspiration.
My knee feels better today. I’m glad I didn’t need to go to the hospital and I can get back to business.
My little world is expanding creatively. I’ve started submitting my writing in a few places. My little podcast is starting to feel like a real thing and not just something in my head. I just know my shot is just around the corner. I’ve committed myself to the work and things are beginning to move. I’m gonna be alright.
I have lots of tales stuck in my head. Romances, adventures, things like that.
One of the things they have in common is that they all have Black woman heroines. I don’t see enough positive portrayals in society, so I have to work on it myself.
The other thing is that all these stories don’t come out when I’d like them to. I set aside time for myself to write each day. These blogs usually serve as a warm up for me. Sometimes, I can carry on after this and some days I can’t. On days that I can, it can be rough actually getting anything resembling a story out. I get character descriptions mostly and small scenes from their lives. I could maybe put a book together like that, but its really up in the air.
One of my life goals is to become a published author. Not just self published either. I know there is a lot of work and rejection ahead of me, but I refuse to let that stand in my way. My stories deserve to be told. It can’t be worse than some of the other stuff I’ve come across.
There is no feeling in the world like playing music.
It cheers me up when I’m having an ugly day. You can see positive results from hours and hours of rehearshals. If you are lucky enough to play with a group, those are people you would probably do anything for. Music is amazing.
When your on stage and your band hits that groove, the point where you’re all having fun and feeling it. The point when you don’t care if your fingers bleed, your hands ache, or your voice starts to go. The point when the crowd gets into what ya’ll are putting down. The energy is spectacular. There’s a glow about you when your finally leave the stage. You are 100% down for anything and you feel like you could conquer the world in that moment. It’s a natural high that I hope never gets old. Some of my best memories come from those kind of nights.
I wholeheartedly believe that music is gift from the Gods. It affects everyone in some way and can bring us together across almost any barrier. If you are fortunate enough to be a musician, my hat goes off to you, my bretheren. You make me so proud. Next time you play a tune, stick your chest out a little for me. You deserve it.
Spring is officially upon us and I, for one, am thrilled. The weather today was just the right amount of warm and pleasant to make one start dreaming of summer already.
I shouldn’t be wishing my life away either. I’ve got several months before Summer.
It’s nice to have some creative projects planned for this week. I always feel like I’m not getting enough done between my full time job, my full time education, and my full time family. Getting time to be creative is at a premium these days.
I’ve free from work this week so I’ve pick out some crochet projects to work on. I’ve also started early podcast planning with Wolf. He’s super excited and I think its adorable.
I hope your Spring is full of positive possibilities.