Yesterday, I decided to "camp out" at the Chick-fil-a in Bearden, inside their study area. However, when I got there, I was too wired to concentrate. (No, I had not had any caffeine.) It must have been because I had finally had a chance to write somewhere else other than at home and I had just had an edifying conversation with someone.
If you know me, I can't write without music. But nothing I played yesterday morning, from the Guess Who to Foreigner, seemed to work.
Then, I thought of this song:
Whenever I hear this song, the only thing I can think of is when Richard Dreyfuss plays a 45 of it in Mr. Holland's Opus. I love how he says to his student, "These guys...can't sing...and have no harmonics...they're playing the same chords over and over...and I love it." Because it's fun. I have always thought the same way about this song ever since I first heard it.
I have to admit I was getting a little frustrated because I wanted to make good use of my day off, to have a productive, meaningful time to write. But after I heard this popular song, I was relaxed and in a flow to write, though what I had written, in my humble opinion, didn't have much of that same thing. But I didn't care. I could always look at it later and change it. Right now, I just needed to embrace a wonderful moment to pound on the keys as much as I could....because writing is fun.
What did I end up writing? An idea for the start of the turning point in Twofold Love Comeback. Approximately 1800 words later, I was satisfied, gathered up all my stuff, and went on to my other commitments for the afternoon.
