Thanksgiving was harder than I thought it would be.
After ten years on the road I am no stranger to lonely hotel rooms during the holidays. I’m thankful for my good friends — my family, really — out here.
We had a lovely dinner and I went to bed early but was wide awake at 3:30 am, lyrics screaming in my head. I didn’t stop writing until 6:00 am. Who knows if they’re any good? That’s not for me to judge right now. I’m not throwing anything away.
Last heartache, I wrote a book. This heartbreak, I am writing lyrics.
Maybe I’m just meant to suffer. But I will not be silenced. And I will never give up hope.
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Three years later, I’m commenting on my own post — THE LYRICS WERE GOOD! And they turned into an album! AND THE ALBUM IS GOOD!