Yesterday, I tried something new – songwriting.
I am musically impaired. If being able to sing along to the radio was one of the qualifications for getting a driver’s license, I wouldn’t be allowed within fifty feet of motor vehicle even as a passenger.
But M. was having trouble with a song and asked me to fill in some the verse. The catch was, she wanted it to be her kind of words, not my kind of words (and for those of you who know M, you know how far apart those are-no diplomatic relations). I think that’s what made it fun – If I had been writing for myself, it would have been agonizing.
But to see if I could emulate her–only better–that was like taking a test. Taking tests is fun.