The pen is starting to make contact with the paper these days, a good sign. Slowly but surely the notebook pages are starting to fill. Some of these words and images will grow up to be songs- others will return to the void and perhaps be reborn as a ditty.

I have music for about 8 songs, stable song structures… but for now- they are like empty cradles waiting for the babies to be born. I guess I’ll have to gently rock them and sing to myself until the time is right.