It is the writer's privilege to help man endure by lifting his heart.
My friend Lisa has been "my friend Lisa" for over 30 years now. I could write a blog a day for one hundred years to tell you about our shenanigans and such, but today's blog is not about that. Today's entry is about the phone conversation we had this morning. It went like this:
Lisa - Hey
Me - Hey, whatchya doin'?
Lisa - Packing.
Me - Wanna write a song?
Lisa - No.
Me - Why not?
Lisa - Because I'm packing.
Me - Wanna write a song while you're packing?
Lisa - No.
Me - Yeah you do.
Lisa - No, I don't.
Me - Let me read you what I have so far. (I proceed to read a partial verse and full chorus)
Lisa - That doesn't sound like a kids song.
Me - It isn't. Why did you think it was a kids song?
Lisa - I just thought you were calling to say, "Hey, wanna write? 'Cause I have to write a kids musical and I need help finishing the songs 'cause I have a deadline." Then I'd say, "When is it due?" And you'd say, "Yesterday." Then I'd say "How many songs?" And you'd say, "A few." Then I'd say "Really, when do you need them?" And you'd say, "Tomorrow. Actually tonight."
Me - I don't do that.
Lisa - Yes, you do.
Me - Yeah, I do. So you wanna write this one?
Lisa - Sure. Email me what you have.
Me - K. Bye.
And this is how countless conversations have gone over the years.