My friend Sara briefly mentioned on the phone last night that she keeps a blog, and it reminded me for the first time in 5 months, "Oh yeah - I started one of those". Right. One entry in September does not make me a blogger.
The story behind the naming of the blog. Perfect pitch was taken. A musical term to describe people who can hear any note and name it, listen to a song and instantly know what key it's in... here's a good site that links to a bunch of other good sites about perfect pitch. If you're on the main site, they sell you a product to learn perfect pitch. Bullshit. I really don't think you can learn it. And - my perfect pitch isn't always so perfect, hence, the name. In writing you also pitch stories, and since I'm not yet a famous author I guess those pitches are a bit imperfect as well (all none of them that I've actually submitted). Then I wondered how much in life is really perfect.
So - inspired by Sara, I'm making a desperate attempt to start this up again. I'm horrible at simply "letting it flow" and find myself editing each sentence as soon as it comes out. Let's keep this a short entry until I get back up to speed with this thing.
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If you keep it up regularly, you'll find that it becomes an inherent part of your daily routine. Mine is more to keep in touch with people now, but I used to write in it every day. And I feel better about myself when I do give myself 20 minutes a say to sit and write every day - it's a good way to decompress.
-Sara
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