keyboards and music
10/10/2011 06:17 a.m.

I wish I could write music the way my fingers know where all the keys are and just take off putting words to paper. If I could play music the way I hear it in my head, get it out of me the way I write, I think I wouldn't feel so befuddled most of the time. The music gets all piled up, nowhere for it to be released.

I get flashes of inspiration, and I know it isn't me making it up. It's some sort of cosmic infusion. It can't possibly be my own.

So far, being in Kansas is still....foreign. I miss everyone, but especially my kids.

I'm a sleepy old newspaper whisked all over the country by an uninvested wind. (Yes, I know that's not a word...)


I am currently: on my way to bed
Listening to: a fan in the window