Today was not hugely fruitful, but also not entirely a waste of time. I spent a lot of the day trying not to stress about working – I’m one to ruminate on something and pressure myself about working on it to the point where I can’t work on it, leading to even more pressure. So I fought every instinct I had and just settled down as best I could. A lot of my day was spent digging through my music collection looking for tracks I really like (This involved a lengthy cleanup of my ipod, which I’ve not cleared out since high school… yeah, there were some right stunning tracks on there.)
I ended up ditching the majority of the prompts I found today as nothing was coming to me – I will come back to them, my brain just refused to cooperate today. What I did instead was created my own prompts based on things I’ve been doing and am interested in.
Last weekend I was at a two-day horror movie festival, and it reminded me how much I love horror and the themes around it. One of my favourite horror series is the Evil Dead franchise, and a rough idea popped into my head for a short song. Reading it over it is very cliche, but for coming out of a block I think it’s alright.
I think the reason I was able to come up with this is that I stopped stressing about what I was writing and I came in with no expectations; if I just let words and ideas come they will flow more smoothly than if I keep trying to force them to happen. Also I should try more to draw inspiration from things I am doing and am interested in, as that is bound to be a richer area of material than if I just start from absolutely nothing.
This may be a minor thing, but I think the times that I work on this project matter a lot – I’m sharing a flat with two other people and trying to juggle other tasks. For me it is a lot easier to try and work on concepts for songs when I can’t be distracted, like when my flatmates are asleep or when the things I need to do simply can’t be done or are complete. I’ll need to keep thinking about that as I work I think.
Dead By Dawn – A Very Rough First Draft
It’s been a long, lonely night in this dusty old cabin
I’m feeling helpless and weak,
Defenceless against what’s outside
As I watch the old wooden door start to splinter
From my hiding place under the bed
I start to wonder if I’ll ever see the sun again
Under my breath I’m praying to anyone able to hear me
For mercy, or help,
or anything other than this
Tonight wasn’t meant to get so out of hand
It was only a wee bit of fun
Now I’m hiding alone hoping to god I’ll get free
We should’ve stayed out of the basement
We should’ve just kept to ourselves
But we couldn’t resist
And now all the others are gone
I need to get through the night
I need to make this right
Or else I will be dead by dawn
(Room for a third verse – I’ll develop this further. Chord progression not yet decided)