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I am thinking of starting a new blog. Thinking, that is. I am not sure if I can actually do it, but I have some ideas and if nothing else, good intentions.
I came in here to type out my thoughts rather than write them, but should have just done it “old school” at the table with pen and paper. The noise of a panicky, cooing dove who wants out of his cage and battle sounds from Ian’s computer game of Star Wars Empires at War are both very distracting. Not to mention Ian telling me the play by play of what is going on with his battle just as soon as I sat down behind him. We have two computers now. The game computer is back from being repaired.
I was finishing breakfast, drinking coffee and making myself read. Yes, making myself read. I am trying to stay on track with reading Julia Child’s book My Life in France, and it is all I can do to stay focused. It is very interesting, I just hate to sit in one place. That seems to be what is necessary when one reads. Don’t even suggest audio books because I’ve already been there. Before I opened My Life in France, I wanted to take a look at the newest book I got from the library, Julie and Julia, by Julie Powell. I read the first chapter in one sitting. Unheard of.
Julie Powell’s book got me thinking which can be dangerous, my thinking that is. My thought process can be like an overflowing river of information. It swells and floods and becomes a big mess. I have had many friends suggest that I should write a book. I am not sure why, but that is what they have said. What could I write about? Certainly not about my life. My childhood is a jumbled mess. I could never sit down and compile my thoughts of everything that I went through; let alone expose myself to the public. If I cannot write about my childhood, then perhaps my adult life. I do have strange things that happen to me regularly, often involving other people. But no, I cannot write about those things either. They are too hard to explain, even to my husband. Anyhow, I don’t want anyone thinking I am weirder than I already appear to be. What has constantly affected my life, though, in different ways? MUSIC! As I thought about this more, it all made sense. Yes, my life with music and the people I shared those experiences with! I could tell about all of my musical interests and the people I bonded with through those interests, and the mutual influences we had on each other. What makes this even more interesting is that some of those people have come back into my life over 20 years later. Those stories might be interesting as well. For some reason, music has always been important to me. Maybe it could be an interesting blog. If it isn’t widely read, at least I could say that I have it all documented.
Now, what would the title be? Should I give it a title first or should I just begin writing and the title will come to me later? Would this be easy to compose? Not with the way my brain is working right now. Even as I type this, my mind is like a movie playing past events in fast forward. If I’m going to do this and do it right, I need to make a list. Ah, a list! A list is a good place to start.
My Experiences with Music and the People Involved…