I stared down at the notebook in front of me. Half of the pages in the book were torn out and in the garbage can beside my desk. More frustrated now than ever I bit down hard on my pen.
Come on think, there is so much to write about! Why can't you just write?
Why couldn't I? So much was going on around me, so much that should have been inspiration enough to get my fingers moving and my words flowing. But, still I sat with a stationary pen.
I groaned and shifted in my chair. As if my position would change my process of thought.
I jumped startled suddenly as the telephone rang out shrilly across the room. Interrupting my time of distress.
Thank god, I hated being alone with myself
I pulled myself out of my directors chair and strode across the room to the telephone that hung on the wall.
"Hello?"I asked.
"Hello, is Miss Lynn Kent available?" a female voice came through the reciever.
"This is she." I responded now curious.
"This is Amanda Ward with JIVE records. We have seen some of your work, and are wondering if you have ever done any songwriting?" the woman continued.
"Songwriting?" I asked,"Well... I have done a little..."
The woman, Amanda Ward's voice got more cheerful with my reply,"Well, Miss Kent the JIVE label would like to offer you a contract for you to write songs for their various artists. Are you interested?"
My eyes widened on the other end at her words. A songwriter, that would be incredible!
An even more passionate career than writing Words that can be heard, seen, and felt.
I gulped and cleared my throat trying not to get too excited.
"I would be very interested." I said, my words more calm than the beating of my heart.
"That would be wonderful Miss Kent, now the JIVE record label head figures would like to schedule an appointment with you. To deal with all the technical details and to get you started. The meeting days can be scheduled..."
The woman continued to talk on and on. And though my concious self heard every detail, and my fingers jotted down the dates my subconscious was on a whole other level.
This is incredible. A whole entire change of pace. A song writer!
"Okay, then you will be meeting tomorrow at one then. Have a nice day!" The woman on the line said.
"You too." I replied and listened as the dial tone began to buzz in my ear.
I set the telephone back in its cradle and glanced around me. I was in awe, they wanted me!
Damn you're good!
"This..." I murmured to myself, "Calls for celebration. A little self indulgence won't hurt."
I smiled and grabbed my keys and purse from the table and headed towards the door. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I tapped my pen gently on the corner of the cafe table. My eyes scanning the paper and the cappicino to my lips. I sipped slowly as I read all of what I had just written.
I smiled satisfied with myself.
Was this new position the inspiration I needed.
I ran my fingers through my newly cut black hair. I needed a change, I had not cut it drastically since I started high school. And that was years ago.
And if this was not the inspiration...
I liked it, and it made me look different. And after the good news today I had deserved some luxury to boost the day even higher.
Was I close to my inspiration
Being a song writer could certainly change my outlook on everything.
I could start another chapter in my life.