The deeper I get into writing, the more evident my prowess (or a distinct lack thereof) on the guitar becomes. It is, at the same time, both invigorating and infuriating.
Tonight, I went from saying my cat’s name, to humming it, to hurriedly snatching up my guitar, and hammering out a few riffs (well, first on bass, actually), all within a matter of minutes. In my earliest writings on keyboard, that would never have happened – I just banged around until something sounded good. This was the first time I’ve ever gone from hum to strum, as a nearly instant process.
It’s giving me fuel to practice, and I need that.