Songbird

It’s been almost a year now since the moment I heard music peeking out from between the notes of a noodly warmup. It electrified my body, as a new melody always does, and with a hasty apology to my poor voice student, I hummed it out two or three times so I wouldn’t lose it before I had a chance to scribble it down.

I wrote the refrain within a couple of days, and then got stuck. Every so often, I’d return to it, banging on the wall of cliché’d ideas and trite truisms. I wrote a book about Advent. Several articles. Finished a novel. Began querying. Wrote another song, top to bottom. Started a new novel, a new book for Lent.

Then, yesterday afternoon, I went downstairs to revise a Mass setting at the request of the parishes who want to keep using it after the changes come down the pike next fall…and finally, the wall crumbled.

A finished song, ready to be put in the computer, ready to go winging out into the world to be sung, to be approved of or rejected. Enough to make a day worthwhile all by itself.

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7 Responses

  1. I wish I was musical, but I’m not. Sounds like writing a song is a like most creative endeavors, complete with road blocks and inspiration coming at random moments.

    Thank you for your kind comment. My camera is a Nikon D3000 – a Costco special.

  2. Did this happen the day your little darling didn’t let you sleep the night before? Hmmmm…God works in mysterious ways 🙂

    Congrats!!!!!!!!

  3. I have written just a few songs…primarily for my own enjoyment (i.e. not published) and I always love that feeling when you know it is “complete” and ready to be sung and enjoyed. Amazing how it just takes a while to come out sometimes…

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