I’ve been trying to write a song. The bridge is there, fully formed. There is a chord structure, albeit a fuzzy one. There is a melody. There are sections that have no words yet. These will not materialize. I’ve been working on the same song for weeks now.
Or, at least, I’ve been singing the bridge to myself over and over again. That’s like working on a song, isn’t it?
Forcing it never helps, so I’ll just do something else. LIke eat. Answer emails. Take a yoga class. Mail something at the post office. Paint my fingernails. Tidy up the pile of what-the-hell-is-even-in-this-pile in my bedroom.
All the while singing the bridge to an unfinished song to myself over and over again. That’s like working on a song, isn’t it?
I’ll let you know when it’s done, I promise.