Sunday is the day that has become my default blog post writing day. There is that part of me that would love to have several blog posts waiting, cued up and ready to publish—one after another—so that I wouldn’t feel so rushed (and so guilty when perhaps the quality of my writing has suffered for lack of time and preparation). But that doesn’t always happens. My muse is capricious…and she likes to sleep in on Sundays.
I do other things while waiting for lightning to strike. I dumb out in front of my computer, scouring gossip blogs, checking my email and, mostly, clicking on video after video on YouTube. I click on a variety of videos—tutorials on roller setting afro-textured hair, tips on applying make up like Kim Kardashian and techniques for playing piano using the Nashville Number system.
The Nashville Number system? That’s extraordinary! is what I’m thinking instead of coming up with a blog idea. Since my muse appears to have gone on some day trip far, far away, I decide I’d be better served practicing what I’m learning from InstantPianoGenius on YouTube. The blog post will come together…or not. Who can say?
I run to my Yamaha keyboard and am astonished at the progress I’m making. While tentatively, yet proudly plonking my way through the 3-chorded “Twist and Shout” I’m thinking that I may actually be able to teach myself how to play keyboard. Rather out-of-the-blue, I remember a well-spoken little girl at Decatur library checking out a huge book about sewing the day before. When I asked her if she knew how to sew she said “No, but I thought I might check out this book and teach myself.”
This made me think of things I’ve learned or attempted to teach myself using library materials. There’s the Learn The Essentials of Piano DVD series featuring Talc Tolchin, a highly skilled, slightly extraterrestrial (in my opinion) piano master. There are the Origami Yodas I’ve tried (and failed at) making, inspired by the hilarious The Strange Case of Origami Yoda by Tom Angleberger. There is the Eggs For The Infanta recipe featured in an anthology of M.F.K Fisher’s work A Stew or A Story. One idea for a delicious sounding tea I gleaned from a great novel American Dervish by Ayad Akhtar; I haven’t made it yet but perhaps I’ll give it a try next Sunday.
At that moment my muse, well-rested, refreshed and a little tanned, saunters in like the whole day hasn’t just passed. She’s pointing at the computer screen and the words I’ve just typed.
“You’re welcome,” she offers, blithely.