Writing music is extremely fulfilling, but damn is it hard. At least for me at any rate. Staring at the blank page is one of the most intimidating things in the world. That’s why, for the past 2 weeks I have been writing 4 measures of music every single day.
Most of it has been horrible. Like, never see the light of day, thrown in the trash can immediately kind of horrible. That’s the bad news. The good news is that I already have solid ideas for two compositions that will actually turn into something I can use.
More importantly than that, I’m starting to feel like writing is a muscle that I’m developing. A habit that I’m forming. If I write 4 bars of music for, let’s say, 300 days a year, it would be very difficult NOT to come up with at least a couple of ideas that turn into full fledged compositions.
The older I get, the more I realize that, at least for me, inspiration is overrated. Putting in the hard work and showing up everyday is what makes you great. You have to be in the right frame of mind and in your productive space to welcome inspiration when it shows up. Most days it won’t, but you have to have your pencil out when it does.