Staring at the blank page before me

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It's not original... and I've had a few things stuck in my head: songs...

I've had a few dates with this fellow, and he always reminds that I can't have a book to publish if I don't write anything. He speaks from experience -- he's working on a musical and I've heard the demo. It's amazing to see/hear creation in the middle of the creative process. It's refined, but still raw. It will be worked on more, but the crux of its emotion is there. There's one song that's truly amazing. The music is complicated left hand for the piano yet gently moving and the lyrics hit those emotions that we've all felt. When it's big, you'll know it! It's that good.

It's been so long that I've tried to write that I haven't had any paper or a notebook with me, like I used to.

So under his goading, I have been making more of a point to writing. Usually I jot a few paragraphs when I make the point to do: a hour at the computer when I'm at my folks, on a train ride home, ideas on a napkin... then I type them up.

I'm writing ideas for The Gospel According to Lucifer and How I Broke My Heart: A Travelogue.

So back to the unoriginal: Outside the songs from musicals in my head, I also hear in my mind's ear Natasha Bedingfield's "Unwritten" -- poppy, but appropriate. I'm posting this lyrics.


I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined
I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

Oh, oh, oh

I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines
We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way

So I need to take more leaps and become less unwritten.

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