I'm not complaining, mind you, I am luckier than lucky to do what I do. I just have to laugh at the pain that some songs bring. ok, Torture.
All I can do is something mindless, to get away from that excruciating BLANK. Yesterday I hand-washed every possible dirty thing, I ironed all my husband's beautiful shirts, I purged our closets in between attempts at a new song. I worked on two sweaters in progress.
Then, as usual, I found some little gems in the twenty notebooks this year has yielded. And that set me running, except I got stuck with this mind boggling pattern on the wurlitzer in 5/8 time. I could never sing it the same way twice, but it kept me mesmerized...
Back to knitting, I tried to think back into a normal metre. Why can't I write in 4/4? Why must everything be odd?
Well, who needs four beats to a measure, anyway? I say the waltz is KING. Back to my inspirations, the wordsmiths that keep my engine humming. And then, back to my 5/8 torture!