All the kids are back in school, and navigating the challenges of a new grade.  Scary?  Exciting?  Maybe kind of Fun?  Meanwhile: The last song (#14) for my album is written, and suddenly I’m thrown into the pre-production phase.  First it’s a big “Whoopee-e-e-e!”  Then reality strikes. This is certainly not my first album, but it’s my first all original one, and now it’s time to rehearse, memorize, make arrangements and charts, call in other musicians….”Holy Smokes!”  How did this happen?  Yep, it’s scary and exciting and really, really, really  fun.

Similar Posts

  • What Works for Me

    ByCynthia

    It’s Thanksgiving time again, but every day I can get great joy from savoring all I appreciate. It’s kind of selfish really. I just do it to make myself feel happy. Here’s how I write my (almost) daily personal gratitude list: 1.Put a positive spin on everything that happened yesterday. 2.Give thanks for today so…

  • Mom & Music

    ByCynthia

    Mom was my first music teacher.  She was a brilliant goddess of love and beauty when I was little.  Some of my fondest memories are the hours we spent sitting side by side on the piano bench singing together as she played. Although she became embarrassing, unreasonable and very nearly stupid during my teen years, Mom eventually returned to her former self (except…

  • What Makes Me Happy

    ByCynthia

    I love recording at Sandy Stone’s studio. My new CD containing three of my original inspirational songs is done, and I’m happy with it. You probably wouldn’t know what a miracle that is, so let me explain that like so many artists, I am my own worst critic. But, Sandy has a way of capturing…

  • 2020 Christmas

    ByCynthia

    ‘Twas three weeks before Christmas and all through our house, not a person was stirring, but me and my spouse. Two stockings were hung by the chimney with care; Too bad no one would be there to share.  Ev’ry night we rested all snug in our bed, while visions of vaccines danced in our heads. …

  • Can We?

    ByCynthia

    We try, and try, and try.  Our effort is not enough.  We cry, and cry, and cry.  Our tears flow to nowhere.  There is a Loving Source, call it what you may, that can heal every heart, take the world’s pain away. Can I, can you, can we focus on Love, and Light, and Peace?