Ever have one of those days where you WANT to write, really you do. You just... don't.
It makes me want to write something - ANYTHING - that will somehow spark my inspiration and get the crazy cyclone of thoughts to slow down and line up into a pattern I can use.
Today is one of those days, so I will share with you all the flow of consciousness that has passed behind my brain this afternoon:
I usually sing in the car when I am in a good mood. Often, I can tell whether or not I am actually happy by how many songs I have sung to and how loud I am singing. Does anyone else do this? Not the singing in the car thing - I know virtually everyone does - but the happiness gauge thing? Am I the only one who has to self analyze all the time to figure out just how positive or negative my mood is? I DO think it is a little strange that I don't always just KNOW. I mean, it's my own mood, right? Shouldn't I be able to judge it for myself without some weird Behavior Scale? Perhaps I should, but I can't. So there it is.
And that, my friends, is what goes through my head when I am in the mood to sing with the radio but there are no "singing-worthy" songs on the radio.
Good night and God bless.