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| The Forth Bridge from Newhaven harbour |
# 49, a 49th blog in this series, a forty-niner, a gold-rush miner, this is the last Sunday in the year before the change of the clocks and I am writing in the dark. Time is such a fickle ally because it never slows down enough to allow us to do all the things we need while allowing to do things we want. I have written a whole bunch of songs this year but they are still on scraps of paper with half finished lines and ideas. It would be easy to finish them, all it takes is a pencil a notepad (which I take everywhere) and... zip, there it goes again... time! I have worked most of the weekends this year, three hours before football yesterday and two hours after before cooking dinner; this morning has a folder of work to be read, a chapter to re-structure (and complete) and all around a family morning event. Maybe I could write the songs this evening. Two of the songs I have completed have the same title, 'A Ghost on Brooklyn Bridge'. I forgot I had used the title in another notebook so I ended up writing two and decided to keep the titles for different songs and give them a # 1 and # 2 and then I thought, maybe I should write a whole series of them. My friend B.Q., who just visited from Montana, has written a whole book of poems based on his 'hermit' character and its really good. We'll see. Happy Sunday morning, this is not the week the clocks change and just before I put the full stop on this post I can report the sun is coming up again - as long as that keeps happening all will be ok. Did I ever post this - I love it:
