An Inevitable Beginning

Corn maze. 2015. A baffling ordeal.

I got wiring loose inside my head
I got books that I never ever read

Porcupine Tree – Blackest Eyes

I've done a silly thing; I joined a choir. I consider myself to be a competent singer. Singing is fun and singing is enjoyable. The whole thing is proving to be a baffling ordeal. During one of the trickier passages I turned to my friend and said “It's impossible. It can't be done” - and therein lies my problem. It is is possible and it certainly can be done.

While wild exaggeration is probably my favourite thing, giving up is probably a close second. These two characteristics have created a deadly cocktail in which I've never finished anything.Unlearned instruments litter my bedroom. Harry Potter is doomed to never finish wizard school. Films remained unwatched. Some of the CDs are still in their cellophane! My upcoming novel has more production years behind it than chapters. Something must be done about this.

Just how many ideas, thoughts and experiences am I missing out on with my 'always say die' attitude? Many of my philosophy lecturers at University often talked about human responsibility in the arts and other disciplines as taking ideas as far as they possibly can. I believe this but I simply cannot do it so we are going to do it together. Me and you. You and I. Some of these things will be worth the wait; some of them will leave me wondering how I lived without them and others will simply be a complete waste of everybody's time.

The choir is performing on the 20^th December and I'm determined to get on that stage and belt out those festive tunes with an admirable amount of gusto. Here's hoping it won't be the baffling ordeal it currently poses itself to be. The build up to the performance will serve as the main story-arc in the opening stages of what will be an eye opening, if self indulgent, journey.