I set up my midi keyboard yesterday just to play around. I was surprised by how quickly I began creating melodies. Reading about music composition and theory has changed how I think about the structure of a song. More like, it’s caused me to think about the structure in the first place. It’s a bit like having a map when traveling. While I may still take the scenic route, it’s nice to know it’s there if I get lost.
I just finished reading Oathbringer by Brandon Sanderson. It’s an installment in an epic saga that will take time to comprehend (to my satisfaction.) This was my second reading, but the first time doesn’t count. There was too much noise in my head to pick up on the subtle details and hints. I enjoyed it far more this time, but it won’t be my last reading by a longshot. “Jasnah Kholin was alive” is one of my favorite lines. I walked around chanting it for a while. (It wasn’t new information, but it still made me want to cheer.)
It’s a must-read for people living with PTSD. Also, I think it’s healing for African Americans in a way, too. It’s helpful to be understood, especially when it’s a pain you bear silently in isolation. It makes me feel less alone. I had a good Easter weekend with my fellow drumming student. We didn’t see Ready Player One because I realized it wasn’t appropriate for an 8-year-old. We watched My Neighbor Totoro instead. I love that movie.
I’m noticing a correlation between inspiration and misery. I’ve been clawing my way out of an episode of depression this week. I had to force myself to practice my instruments, but I got a lot of writing done. It seems to come more easily when I’m feeling low. The universe has a twisted sense of humor. I’m off to find a new novel.