I'm back in the swing, as far as writing music goes. It's been a while since I was last doing it regularly. Now I've challenged myself to get a complete song ready for lyrics class within the space of a week. We'll see how well that turns out.

So often when prompted to talk about music composition for a while, I perennialy face a response of, "That's incredible, I could NEVER write music." So then you bask in this superhuman assessment of yourself for a bit and just try to smile humbly and not say anything. In the meantime, a mental battle ensues between the desire to placate with a response of, "Oh, anyone can write music if they put their mind to it!" and the thought of people who are really bad at writing music but continually persist at it nonetheless.

Angela is frustrated in the extreme by her assignment to compose something for her music technology class. Composing is a new experience for her, and I can see her grappling with the eternal composer's struggle of trying to get what's in her head out into the real world.

It's no fun. Like I said, I'm back in composing mode; skills and mental processes that haven't been used in a while have come back to me. So now I'm never free. At any given moment there's at least one melody playing in my head. Perhaps it's something I heard for the first time recently, my brain continually fondling it's fresh new contours. Otherwise it's something I'm writing, my mind working out texture and direction. I'd almost forgotten what this is like. It's difficult to really explain, and it's ominous. The absolutely constant presence of music is rather consuming, and a bit annoying. You wish for silence, but you can't have it. You CAN'T. A mixed blessing, but for the moment I'm glad it's back.