A Little Like Malaria?

I’m just wondering if having a blog attack is a little like having malaria. The impulse to write posts can be dormant for a long time, and then there is an attack of blog fever. I just wrote something yesterday, and here I am again, briefly consumed. Maybe it’s because I got a decent home recording of another new song, called “Keep On Going”. I wrote it, not surprisingly, in South Dakota where I have few distractions. I figure if you’re not a farmer, the weather isn’t great, and there’s nowhere to go, you either become a meditation practitioner, a television addict, a crazy person, an expert at arts and crafts, a serious reader, you cook  a lot, can vegetables, or you could write music. Those with children and jobs in South Dakota are completely exempt from my description of the possibilities.

Last time my husband Stan and I were in our trailer on the Great Plains visiting my daughter Diana and her family, I decided to practice a new rhythm on my guitar, using a flat pick. I needed to hold the pick lightly so that I could make the strings ring evenly, but not so lightly that I would drop it. So I proceeded to err in both directions within several minutes. The results were identical. Both picks plunked into the sound hole, where no human hand or wrist can go when the strings are in place. Oops. I could stand the rattle of one pick, but two or three were over my edge. In any case, I loosened the strings, retrieved the picks, and for the time being gave up on the strum I was trying to master. But I came back to it later, and came up with the song “Keep On Going”. It’s on my album, “Truckload of Songs”.

Keep On Going