Thing One’s Fall piano recital is coming up. Last year, he wasn’t feeling well. He went to the recital, nailed it, and then promptly was sick for a week.
Such a determined boy!
Anytime I have problems writing, I think of that piano recital. Then I buck up, tell my inner mouse to shove it, and write.
Inspiration, sometimes, sneaks up on you quietly. Music is like that. I know a part of Thing One was simply going to do the recital because he did not want to let his piano teacher down. Another part of me knows that his creativity and his fondness for music will not to be denied.
I live with a family of artists. Can I keep up?