"Man, can you cook with words!! Not so much with food (yet) but if words were food, and they are for the the brain and heart, you’d be a very young Julia Child." -Edie to me
While I am delighted by the compliment, I have to correct my trusty mentor, Edie. She is right: I can cook with words. But I can’t “bake” with words.
If narrative writing is “cooking” with words, then poetry and song lyrics are “baking” with words. Baking requires science just as poetry and song lyrics require a rhyme scheme and syllable structure to follow.
This morning, a very talented guitarist played a few chords for me via Skype. He did the worst thing imaginable, which was: he asked me to improvise song lyrics. Sounds fun, doesn’t it? No! Because the song put this very clear image of a hayride in my head. Now I have spent the better half of my day coming up with lyrics for a hayride-themed song.
I literally cannot stop trying to build this rhyming story. It’s infuriating! So far, I have the hayride (obviously), and there’s a boy and girl…and it’s October. The girl has just come back from a terrible summer. It’s changed her. The boy doesn’t know her too well, but he wants to coax her out of the house. He wants to get her to come on a hayride with him and he wants to cheer her up. Now I have a document called: “Hay song” and a headache. Maybe I need to learn? Or maybe poetry/song-writing abilities are genetic. What do you think?