Keep telling myself to pick up my guitar.
It just sits there, looking at me, asking why I don’t blare a power chord. And it’s been years since I gave it an attempt.
I do, though, have an acoustic bass right by my bed. Sometimes I play a few licks. And that’s fun.
But I really should start writing songs again.
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Sometimes the muse is elusive. It may yet return.