For the past two years, I have found it impossible to write (music or words). Months would pass and I wouldn't even look at my gear, or I'd turn it on and just spend time mucking about the internet instead.
Now...Its like an unbeatable force pullling me. I have to write. I *have to*. I have things in my head...lots of things...and I need to get them out. My well is full again.
So how did I go from having an empty well to a full one? What was it that triggered the the floodgates to open and replenish me?
Honestly, I have no fucking clue. It is a complete mystery why I had nothing in my head and now its full. The way it happened, you'd think aliens abducted me and uploaded these thoughts and ideas right into my brain. One day, I woke up and they were just *there*.
I wish I knew how it happens. It happened when I wrote 'Dust'. Out of no where, I was compelled to write and to do so at th exclusion of everything else. It was a drive that I had. I had something in my head, and I needed to get it out or my head would explode Scanners style all over the living room. What triggers it, I don't think I will ever know.
But why isn't important anyway. What is important is that I have a full well to draw on for the first time in a long while. I need to respect that gift by using it and not squandering it. This means some difficulties for the people around me as I become a moody bastard and lock myself in my studio for long hours. It means my mind may not always be 'in it' when we are discussing other things. It means that sometimes, I may be late to appointments becuase I had an idea that just had to come out RIGHT FUCKING NOW. It means that I must write, record and release this album I have within me. I must. If not, I risk running the well dry and having nothing to show for it.