Showing posts with label Writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Writing. Show all posts

Sunday, December 21, 2008

Songwriting


Along with many numerous writing goals I have, one of them is to be a songwriter. Tonight I was listening to my country jams on http://www.pandora.com/ (check out this site if you don't know about it), when I heard a song I wish I had written. It's Dierks Bentley's "Gonna Get There Someday" - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=btTRSeI4d5Y

The simplicity of the words in this song spoke directly to my soul. I stopped what I was doing and listened intently. When I hear a song I like, I always look to see who wrote it. Usually, I want to know the songwriter's inspiration.

Songwriting appeals to me because it allows me to tell a story in a compact way. You have three minutes flat (maybe more or less) to make your point.

I have notebooks strewn about with lines waiting to be sung. Some of these thoughts are complete, sometimes they are just the seed to a story waiting to blossom. Sometimes they are in Spanish or English.

Below are some lines I wrote recently. Who knows they might make into a story or song someday soon?

Making Memories:

Today I woke up and I wanted to make a memory with you...

Nostalgia:

...Esta nostalgia es una compañera que aparece sin aviso y a veces se queda conmigo inesperadamente. Es una compañera que sabe lo tanto que te quise y te ame. La nostalgia es lo único que tengo de recuerdo de nuestro amor. Una nostalgia que no se va porque ahora ella y yo estamos unidas. A veces si me deja sola y puedo olvidar y continuar con mi vida. Pero cuando viene a quedarse conmigo a veces la invito que se quede mas y otras veces le cierro la puerta esperando que se vaya y no regrese. Es a veces un trago amargo o una dulce memoria dependiendo de las circunstancias. A veces si me da un aviso que allí viene pero la mayoría del tiempo viene sin que yo la reconozca y aparece. La nostalgia a veces me mata lentamente...

Sunday, November 23, 2008

Why I Write

I write because as I grow older it provides me with a personal catharsis and renewal. These past years writing has helped me heal. I would put every thought onto the page and I’d felt relieved.

For a brief time, I stopped writing because what I was writing was raw. I don’t know how to describe it but it was powerful at times. The words would flow onto the page and I felt all the emotions on the page. I don’t know how else to describe it, but it was intensely, completely raw.

So I stopped writing…but you can never be away from something you love intensely. And, I love to write.

Now, the blank page is my friend. It invites me to come over and spend some time to share my thoughts. Thus, I write because it is like breathing for me. It keeps me alive.