All The Night Her Dream Passes By My Bed

Remember sanity friends? Cuz I sure as hell don't.

Writing is going either very well or very terrible depending on how you look at it.

On the bright side I have lots of ideas

on the flipside

they aren't commercial
they aren't finished
and they're are too many to think about, which could also go on the bright side.

I've had a few talks with friends and family about what makes a good "single". Something for the radio, I really want to find something that has a balance between something i'm artistically proud of and something that would sell to your average person.

I fear that such balance does not exist, maybe it does though? You never know.

I'm just going to flat out say it thought, I'm stalling..or atleast it feels like I am, mostly because I'm afraid of....a huge list of things, not being prepared is one of the top ones.

I also have the constant fear that I'm fooling my producer into thinking I'm something I'm not.

It's actually going to fade soon as always, everyone hits ruts...consider this my annual evening of shame. (It's not as bad as it sounds...I think)

I wonder if there will be a day when a fan of mine many years from now, finds this blog and reads all these old entries, what a weird feeling that would be. I hope when that day comes i'm still writing in here.

I'm also starting to come to terms with the fact that It's hard to keep my own attention on one thing because I'm terribly restless.