Dry as dust. - 04/15/19 10:45 PM
After years of pretty prolific lyric-writing which ended a few years back, I'm just coming up short consistently.
I've come to the conclusion (no matter how temporary) that I really can't write unless I am unhappy. Whether I write to express that mood, or (much more likely) to change it, or just simply to be yearning for happiness, it's that basis of unhappiness which drove my most prolific (and best) lyrics.
I may get mildly annoyed at times, but I'm not unhappy. Don't get me wrong...I don't want to put myself in a self-induced funk just for the sake of puny art, but I can't seem to find a new motivation...at least one that lingers long enough to produce anything I'd want to hear.
Another thing is that a lot of my "starting" lines were drawn from conversation--sometimes ones I was engaged in, and other times from overhearing a snatch or two and stealing it. I don't hear as much English these days (and consequently don't speak it as much). Here, there may be a substitute, but I'll be danged if I know what it is.
Anyway, just venting. Maybe I'll never be as prolific as I had been, and maybe I over-analyze and second guess things to death before anything can come of them.
Any tips, or whippings received with appreciation. Or just join the moan.
I've come to the conclusion (no matter how temporary) that I really can't write unless I am unhappy. Whether I write to express that mood, or (much more likely) to change it, or just simply to be yearning for happiness, it's that basis of unhappiness which drove my most prolific (and best) lyrics.
I may get mildly annoyed at times, but I'm not unhappy. Don't get me wrong...I don't want to put myself in a self-induced funk just for the sake of puny art, but I can't seem to find a new motivation...at least one that lingers long enough to produce anything I'd want to hear.
Another thing is that a lot of my "starting" lines were drawn from conversation--sometimes ones I was engaged in, and other times from overhearing a snatch or two and stealing it. I don't hear as much English these days (and consequently don't speak it as much). Here, there may be a substitute, but I'll be danged if I know what it is.
Anyway, just venting. Maybe I'll never be as prolific as I had been, and maybe I over-analyze and second guess things to death before anything can come of them.
Any tips, or whippings received with appreciation. Or just join the moan.