Halloween 2016

Not much goes through my mind when I sit in front of a piano and begin playing a song. If a song crosses my mind, then I begin to play. For myself it's as simple as counting to 10 or eating a box of french fries. I don't think of which keys to play next or what minor or major chord to play, I just play. It's like walking for many of us. When was the last time you said, "Ok, here we go again with this walking trick... left foot, right foot, left foot..." It just comes naturally right? For some it's gossip. It just comes naturally.

Yet this whole writing deal takes plenty of energy for myself. It takes me 15 minutes just to write one coherent sentence and that's when I lock myself in a room with no distraction. Writing is my weakness. It is why I feel guilty and sad that I am unable to write the small stories of Joey and Ben as I would like to, especially Joey. I feel terrible when Ben repetitively will ask me to play with him through out the day and I give him the excuse that I am attending to Joey's needs or when Joey wants to be held but I must assist Ben in doing something. I am exhausted by the time the boys are in bed and writing is not exactly a walk on the beach for myself. I could sit in front of a piano right now and play "Amazing Grace" in any key on demand with my eyes closed, yet writing is just the opposite. I'm hoping one of these days I could get a few moments (or days) to write more on this blog.