Plodding along

I'm planning. Planning what kind of sound I want my songs to have. Planning who I might ask to play them with me. Planning where I might perform.
That one song per week thing hasn't worked out exactly as planned but it has certainly gotten the creative juices flowing. In that drifting state between wakefulness and sleep I find lyrics running through my head and I write them on a scrap piece of paper on my bedside table. Light off.
More lyrics. Light back on. Scribble.
See! It's happening. It's exciting. It will rock.