I was speaking to my mother about what I wanted to do with my life (which has been a hard topic for me due to my health), and we eventually began discussing the arts. Listening to music and looking at great drawings have always been such a passion of mine...

Many, many times I find myself alone in my room just hanging around and listening to music. One thing I always seem to do is write stories in my mind with some sort of theme related to the music. I really need to get these ideas on paper, as I have many, many pages of stuff floating around in my head waiting to be parsed.

However, I already know how to write.

Sometimes when I listen to music I imagine action movie scenes, all the choreography of fighting and whatnot, the looks on the characters' faces, the items that lay on the floor, the way the sun or moon lies overhead... I find myself pacing around the room, giving myself a bit of a workout (which I desperately need more of) walking around, acting out various scenes all alone, making sure the door is locked so no one walks in seeing me walking around in circles XD

Sometimes I just lay in bed, imagining other things, usually not as ... intensive. I imagine it would be unsafe to find myself acting out a chase scene or something, so I just let it come to my head and play around with it...

The lighter music generally leads me to the light, sad, or love scenes. If I'm in bed, I generally lie still. When I'm writing anything romantic in my head, I generally don't act it out However, when it comes to the sad scenes I can sometimes find myself in tears thinking about a character's loss...

But what can truly bring me to tears sometimes is knowing that I cannot put these beautiful images from my head onto paper for the world to see.

That's why I am so high-spirited today. My mom offered to pay for art AND music classes for me. I tried learning on my own and it really didn't get anywhere. The best picture I ever drew was in grade-school, when my right hand was injured, I was forced to draw with my left hand. Ironic how the hand I cannot write in produced my best image. However that picture is lost to time.

I'll keep this journal and its readers posted on any progress I make. Wish me luck!