No. Not Taylor Swift. Me. I’ve taken to writing bad country songs about heartbreak and love. (I watched Crazy Heart and Honeysuckle Rose back to back, what can I say?) I’ve never written songs before in my life, though I used to write really bad poetry back in high school.
I seem to revel in heartbreak a hair more than the usual lass. Shoot. I’m not really heartbroken right now. But still, my new (only) songs have titles that go: “You Don’t Know That I Wear Bloomers to Bed,” “My Heart Sank,” “Last Season’s Dress (Another’ll Come Along),” and “He’ll Do What He Does (I Told You So).” One even has music to it though I can’t figure out how to actually play it on the guitar. One day I will and I will play it at open mic night, but hopefully better than I did last week when I was accompanying my friend on the harmonica. Note: I don’t know how to play harmonica.