Well we picked my mother-in-law up at the airport today! We're staying out of town for the weekend for the memorial service of a dear relative; she will be returning with my husband and children to our home during the coming week and I will be heading to Olivet to write and write and write!
Unfortunately my mother wrecked her car today so she missed the family memorial service while the ER determined whether she had a broken knee (she doesn't) and she got stitches for a split lip. We're all thankful she is mostly unharmed!
Pam (my mother-in-law) saw my new Ibanez Exotic Wood Collection guitar (ash wood) and positively loves it! I do, too. It has that same warm, full sound that I loved about my 1999/2000 model Ibanez that I had to sell just before we moved to Michigan. The action is so smooth and easy and I just can't say enough about the beautiful sound. This new guitar is also totally gorgeous! The wood looks 3D!
Well the time is soon coming that I'll be alone with myself, a piano, a guitar and a laptop. I don't doubt that I'll be able to write enough material in 5 days to fill an album... my overwhelming question is whether I will be able to resolve the things that are on my heart and mind by writing these songs, or whether those things will still be bothering me after my writing blitz is over. I'm journaling as I go along with the hope of getting the feelings sorted out and being able to move on.
Honestly, moving on doesn't always happen for me when I write the song - at least for the "diary" type of songs. It's a process for me where I need to write it, and then I need to perform it over and over (preferably alone). Every time I sing it, I get over it a little more. Eventually it doesn't hurt anymore to sing it, and it's usually about this time that I feel comfortable sharing the song. Eventually, it sounds trite to me and I just never go back to it unless I get a request - that's when I know I'm over it. Some things I just can't seem to let go of (my grandmother, for example, who died in 1984 when I was 8). There are dozens of songs I've written but have never shared with anyone. My husband and I discussed this recently. Although he'd like to hear it all, he knows he's only heard about 5 percent of what I've written, maybe less, and he's okay with that. He knows I'll share when I'm ready. Okay, actually... I have an admission to make. Um, I'll share them when I find them and when I'm ready. I have a compilation somewhere in storage that probably has stuff I'd be ready to share now but I don't necessarily remember the song until I see what I wrote down. Haha!
Goodnight. I will dream of what is to come!