Oh, Fickle Muse
I've been trying to write a song.
I was sitting day-dreamily in the fluorescent office today, idly moving bits of paper this way and that, when an idea landed. A song. I chased it and followed it, then wrote it down.
Upon arriving home I dashed upstairs to record it. I got the bit of paper with its pencil scribblings out and smoothed it in front of me. I opened my music software and turned on the microphone.
I pressed record, a flutter of excitement in my chest.
I started to sing.
I faltered, and stopped recording.
I had nothing.
Some words on some paper, some hastily scratched out staves littered with muddles of crochets and quavers, but no song. No sound. Nothing.
I tried again. I clicked open my iTunes for inspiration. I experimented with some bass sounds. I made some tea.
I suppose I am grateful that there seems to be an essence of an idea still there. I need to come up with something good to take to the studio when my producer gets back from his sunny honeymoon in a few weeks. I think he'll like this idea.
Tomorrow I will go back to the office and sit under the fluorescent lights obediently, waiting for inspiration to meander my way once more.