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Day Fifty One (Year Three)

I find it interesting that, within ten days of me announcing that I'm going to try making a record in my living room, Acoustic Guitar magazine (who just published an article about chord progressions for songwriters) sends me an email with a link to a free PDF (and subsequent hard copy) of the most recent Musicians Guide To Recording.  I look at that, and I see fate stepping forward to tell me that I'm on the right track.

Something else just dawned on me tonight as I sat down to write.  For the last few days, I've been feeling guilty if I don't get much done with this Dave Grohl Challenge.  And tonight, tonight it hits me that I don't have to do this in 30 days.

Now, that doesn't give me permission to drag my feet and take forever with this either, and I know that if I strike while the iron is the hottest (and the songs are coming easier), that the finished project will be better and sound more cohesive.  All I'm saying is that I don't have to rush to get this done.  If there is a deadline out there, it's the 31st of January, and only then it's so that I'd be free to start the RPM Challenge in February.

I got my ad written out for the paper today, too.  In rough form anyway.  I'll finalize it tomorrow and drop it off at the newspaper office downtown.

Not enough playing today, but there was a little more listening today than there was yesterday, so that's good news.

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