Back at it

I haven’t written on here in so long that I forgot my login and password. Whoops.

Here’s why I’m back: It’s been one whole year since I wrote a song and last night as I was falling asleep I had a mild panic attack that I’m mid-thirties and washed up and I’d never write another song–or at least a decent one–ever again. It’s the kind of thing that comes washing over me on occasion.

Really, the occasions are seldom. I tend to walk through the world with an inexplicable confidence. I told Sarah a couple years ago that I just assume everyone in a room likes me and she looked at me as if I had suddenly started speaking Sanskrit. I just assumed everyone lived this way.

And I think I usually write this way. But back to those occasions: My first reaction is to start pointing fingers. Eight months of agent rejections! Or maybe the contentedness of a simple life! (I will blame anything.)

But I know what it is: Effort. Songwriting–any writing for that matter (if you only knew how many times I used backspace on these 200 words)–takes effort. Sitting down and doing. And this seems like a good place to start–there’s no risk, no editor, no hypothetical book deal. Just me speaking into the wilderness of the internet: It’ll get better.