The art of packing

Soon my friends, the journey begins.

We're going Irish once again, this time to explore the Irish countryside. Fantastic. I haven't really been giving it any thought, so it all feels sort of sudden. Spontaneous even.

I have not mastered the art of packing though. I usually enjoy it, but for some reason I can't really figure out what I'll be wanting to wear.

Oh well, I hope this trip can bring a little bit of inspiration. To music, to lyrics, to words and themes. To this page really. Since I seem to be technically challenged, no music yet. Damn you internet.

I have this melody in my head at the moment, but I can't figure out what the song needs to be about. What story would mix and match well with it. I think I need something to think about, something to be enraged about, and something that'll bug me. That usually works well for the creative mind. Then again, I'm not really looking for problems - think I've had my share for a while now. (But don't be alarmed; it's all just in my head as they so often are)

- pause -

I just heard the strangest sound coming from within this house. Hm. Then again our pipes often make growling noises.

Now, music has to be made - I won't be able to play for a week and since I will soon have company here from my man, this will be the last session for a little while with my piano. And she needs some loving. Or he. Hm?