Write what you know

I've recently been inspired by a Stars song. The vocals whisper "Write what you know, keep the story funny, have a happy ending, make the female sexy, sing it for the people, hope they sing along."

I began writing down the things I know. As we celebrated our first anniversary, and we're buying a house and making plans, my thoughts have been mostly on my boyfriend these days. Here's what I've come up with. There may be more to it coming, but this is what I know right now.

I know I love you. 

I know I knew it immediately. 

It invaded me fever fast and began dividing 

before you introduced yourself. 

I know I love you;

it is comfortable and easy like we're old

and yet this love has heat,

wonder and surprise.

I know I love you and am often afraid

of the depth and breadth.

While you sleep I wonder
how I came to be so fortunate.

I may never know how or why, only that it is there.

It's in there, just need to get it out

We had a break in the Portland rain earlier this week so I biked in to work for the first time in over a month.

Halfway through my commute, I rode past a building that hosted a Halloween party I went to a couple years ago and memories flooded back and fantastic writing lines flew through my brain. I peddled faster to get to work before they faded back into the dusty nooks and crannies of my creative mind, but when I arrived at my desk they were nearly gone.

Maybe I should sit out in front of the building and try again with some paper and and a pen and see what happens, or I should think about investing in a tape recorder.

You have a lovely singing voice, a lovely singing voice...

10,000 hours is how long it took the masters to create their masterpieces. I'm going to tally 10,000 and I am going to create mine. Writing, painting, gardening, sculpting...singing...one way or another.

The hang up I've had all this time is being afraid to take the risk of putting myself out there. I continue to tell myself that my stories aren't interesting enough or my drawings are complex enough. Yet a little voice keeps telling me to keep at it. So for the first time in many years, I'm going to put it out there.

Morrissey said "Don't leave it all unsaid somewhere in the wasteland of your head. Sing your life."

(1 hour)