Monday, November 09, 2009

The New Wood Smell

(What’s this? I find myself some free time and instead of cramming in the words for Nanowrimo - which I’ve neglected for 5 days now - I’m here wanting to blog. And afterwards, play Borderlands).

I gave in to impulse, and bought myself a guitar.

It’s a cheap classical. It’s a guitar that those people of the guitar profession would stare at, crinkle their nose, and shake their heads in disbelief. In fact, it was cheaper than another guitar one particular guitar shop told me it was for the picnics.

It is, however, a nice guitar. I stared at it long enough, played unknown chords on it when no one was looking, and decided that yeah, you’re coming home with me.

It still has that new wood smell. Of the plywood type. It’s a cheap guitar, after all.

I suck in playing it.

Never doubted my innate inability to play any musical instrument. But now that I’ve bought a guitar and understood how hard it was to master it, I think it’ll be truly wasted if I never try making it play music that it was meant to play.

I give myself three years. And 38 days. Maybe I can play nursery rhymes by then. Good progression, I believe.

I think I can hear Bryan groaning in regret that he has agreed to teach me.

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My Nanowrimo is in abandon. It’s just a few days away from being a complete disaster.

My problem is finding time to make things up - times for this mostly end up being used in gaming, making up unrelated stories, and learning the guitar (since Saturday, at least). Oh, and a little bit of homework.

I’m so far behind now that the only way to save it is to cram 5000 words a night, or reach 25K by the weekend. My tally now is only 4K-something.

And I seriously don’t know what I’m writing about.

Where are the Gods of Writing?

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