Playing it by ear...

Or by feeling, rather.  Or both.  The writing spirit has come over me at this inconvenient hour, and so it's to the blog I go.

Of late, songwriting has been my chief employment, aside from real-life boring pay-check employment.  Lyrics have had an easy birth, but when they arrive at musical puberty - rhythms and tunes - growing pains set in.  It is a labor of love sometimes, mothering those little ink-born snippets, helping them find their individual voices with which to tell their stories.  Enter the playing by ear; guitar, keyboard, and mandolin, you are my best mates.  Couldn't do it without you.

Now for the "inklings" (yes, this is my new name for my images of the day).  Pancake.  Umbrella.  Movie projector.  Lady with an accent.  Lotion.  Dust bunnies.  Chai latte. Water for Elephants.  Mom.  Blimey Cow.

(For those of you wondering, Blimy Cow is a YouTube channel that I find highly recommendable.)

So go make that collage, and name it "The Sixth of August" in my honor.  You may possibly become famous for it, and I won't even sue you for making money off my idea.  You're welcome.

Just a final note to end this short post: deodorant is fickle.  And "fickle" is just an inkling of my opinion on deodorant.

This Marks the Beginning

I think that, aside from actually remembering to post on a fairly regular basis, this is the most difficult part of blogging: the first post.  Chapter One.  The first canto.  The opening track.  I am going to use one of my favorite memes here and say, "One does not simply begin a blog."

The strange thing is, I doubt that this and the next few posts will get many, if any, views; perhaps three or four if I'm lucky.  In a way, it's like talking to myself, or writing in my journal.  Except that in this vast web of cyberspace, there is that slight chance that some little soul out there like me may read the musings of my young (at the moment) heart and brain and find something in them that he or she or it can relate to.  If this does occur, if someone gets inspired or uplifted by, or even gets a kick out of one of my posts, then I can consider my blogging mission a success.

Now, in order to stop myself from slipping into cheesy philosophizing as I am known to do, I am going to list some key happy words/terms of the day:  Creamy milk.  Bike riding.  Mumford and Sons.  "Keep Calm and Carry On" poster.  Fluffy scarf.  Bible.  Sister-sister gut laughs.  Canvas.

There.  You now a have a verbal collage of my day; try and imaginate it into a physical piece of art.  Hmm, I'd say I've had a beautiful day.

Come to think of it, I may call said "key happy words of the day" by a different name next time.  Something brilliant, but easy to say and remember.  Maybe even cute.  Hah!  Now I have to post again.

And no, little snippets of my day is not all that I will post in coming times; music, books, people, chemical equations, and many other existing items of the universe shall quite likely grace this blog (perhaps even some previously un-existing items will pop up as well).  I have been called quirky before; I like to think of myself as creative, so quirky creations could also very possibly make appearances.  God created the universe, and humans He created in His image.  I believe we reflect His creative nature, in that we take what He has put within our grasp and make it into new (and hopefully God-honoring and beautiful) things.  I am grateful to God for entrusting us with this capability; may I never abuse it.

Of course, all these words I've just typed here on my 2-year-old brown Asus laptop during the 11th hour of the night do not completely express the inner workings of my thoughts on blogging and creativity.  Oh no.  This is only an Inkling.