Beginning Again, Already

When I released In The Dust, I thought I would take a week or two off before starting my next album. I ended up starting it three days later. Even though I still doubt my abilities at times, I cannot doubt the fact that I need music. If I don’t have it, it feels like I’m starting to hollow out, and the stresses and uncertainties of my day leave me feeling brittle. I need a ukulele, a guitar, and a lovely seventy-year-old, slightly out of tune piano.

It’s exciting to begin again, editing lyrics and writing new songs. I’ve already been dreaming of harmonies, of which songs I’ll ask my family and friends to sing in, what I’ll write for my violin and piano, and the mad dash I’ll have to finish this by the end of March. Already I’ve been set writing by strange dreams, particularly lovely, cold days, and the things going on in my small, beautiful world, south of Seattle.

The next few months are going to be a little crazy—late nights and early mornings, with ink stains down my left arm, callouses on my fingers, and shaking hands as I start performing in coffee shops and bookstores. (I can’t tell you how nervous I got just playing for all my family.) But despite that it’ll take a lot of pushing and shoving myself to continue to put myself out there (not just on the internet), I’m going to do it. Beginning a work of creation invigorates me, and makes my days better.

In case this is your first stumbling on my website, here is the little EP I released – In The Dust: