You say you don’t know what you what you want to write about or don’t have anything to say? Put that down on the page and just start writing about it. What does it feel like? How long has it been going on? Does it make you frustrated, sad, angry? Does it remind you of anything? Does it make you think you’ll end up a loser like that guy from your college poetry class? You know the one I mean. It’s important to just start writing. To get into the …

Sometimes ideas are just waiting for us at the periphery of our minds. They are there, but they are also a little shy. You have to coax them out. Sometimes I feel like my consciousness is a bit like a light cast down on a stage. There are things that I am aware of that are fully in the light. There’s a bunch of stuff I’m not aware of in the dark. And then there’s the stuff at the edges. Maybe I can see a shadow but I’m not quite sure what it is. So I move the light a little bit …

       So you’ve been working something to perfection and it’s driving you crazy. It’s been three weeks and you just can’t get that last detail right.        What would you do if it were due for a class or to your boss in a day? At the end of today? In an hour? Last week?        Creative endeavors can be hard because they are personal and often have no deadlines. We care about them deeply and …

       The internets don't seem to love me... or at least one corner of them doesn't. When I started this month off I was posting video for all my songs to Youtube. (It got a little overwhelming workload-wise so I stopped for now) I went back to check out my views and comments a few days later and noticed my song "We will rise up" had 2 comments!! I went to see what people had to say. The page loaded and emblazened in the comment box was the message. "You …

     Ellis and I talked a couple of days ago and she said she was writing a song for her Granny today. Did I want to write a song for her Granny too? Or perhaps for my Granny? Of course I did, though I had no idea what I would say, or how I would say it (nothing unusual for me, frankly). I was a little bit apprehensive too. I didn’t know either of my grandmothers terribly well. They both lived on the west coast and I didn’t see them often. My Dad’s mother died when I …