I hope to refine music, study it, try to find some area that I can unlock. I don't quite know how to explain it but it's there. These can't be the only notes in the world, there's got to be other notes some place, in some dimension, between the cracks on the piano keys.
It is still early here. Daylight is forming but I sit in the dark in front of my computer. I'm grappling with the word refine. To take something "fine" and try to make it finer, is daunting. It really is like looking for something new between the cracks on the piano keys.
If I didn't have some artistic endeavors I would settle for "fine" in my life. But, no matter my ability, I know I must search for a more refined outcome. It is frightening to me to look for that nuance that takes a piece to a higher level. All I seem to have towards that goal is grit. Start over, white out the canvas, go back to the beginning, these are not pleasant tasks. Yet, sometimes they birth something outside of myself, something better than I imagined. Surely there is heaven involved in this process.
I have been writing with the Five Minute Friday Group for more than two years and I really enjoy the talented writers