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On days when I have nowhere to go the next day, I often meet my nocturnal friend Creativity and together we stay awake into the wee hours of the morning working on projects and dreaming our daydreams. It is now 1:12 a.m. and this morning is no different as Creativity and I are at play. My sweet, beautiful, plump Bombay cat, Ebony, is lying down on the rug at my feet, everyone else is off in dreamland, and here I sit. Peck, peck, peck at the keyboard. I type pretty fast for only typing with 4 fingers, my mom says. In the wee hours of the night when Facebook’s status activity comes to a halt, I turn to YouTube to watch music videos. I’m stuck on a new song recently released by unsigned Nashville-based singer/songwriter Clayton Risner called “Beautiful.” Synthesizer, steady beat, cool, male voice, great lyrical hook, this is beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, this is beautiful.

I think I could write a song. For two semesters in highschool I took a beginner guitar class and came up with a chord progression and a one liner and a tune but that was as far as I got. I like E minor, it’s a shame I broke the high E string about a year ago and still have not replaced it. I’m feeling creative, creative, creative tonight. It’s too bad I am not a singer. If I was I’d not only write a song but sing it too. I could sing it, record it, and put it on YouTube. But alas I will just settle for playing this song on repeat, repeat, repeat, playing this song on repeat.

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