I knew I wasn’t done.
That’s not true. I had almost talked myself into thinking I was done with the song I had been working on since July. That I had been toying with and tackling and turning inside-out about and tossing and turning for the past three months. It had gotten a lot better and I was really happy with some parts of it, and it probably could just be like that and no one would be the wiser — it’s pretty and tightly-written and hangs together. Most songs take me just a few weeks to write and this one was keeping me awake at night. Enough was enough, right?
But…in my heart of hearts I knew it wasn’t done. And when I played it for Shannon, my husband, who is a creative soul and a great writer himself and a bit of a mystic at heart, I knew he’d tell it like it is. And he said: