Knowing I’d be stuck in a hospital to get some immunizations, I decided to have all of my bloglinks up on the computer so I could read while I waited. (I’m not good at waiting, and I’m worse at getting shots, so you put the two together and I’m one unhappy camper!)

I’m so glad I prepared with my reading material … I’ve been waiting for over 30 minutes just to let someone stick a needle (or will it be needles? (Of course I couldn’t post this until I got back home. It was needles: Tdap, Hep A and Hep B. It was time to do this stuff … I work around too many kids and university students and I don’t want to get any of their bugs!)

In reading one blog, I started thinking, “Man, I wish I could write like that! It’s so artistic and beautiful. This blogger just has a way with words.”

But then I paused.

While it was lovely and moving and incredibly attractive writing, I just didn’t feel like I was meeting up with a real person. It seemed so carefully wrought, I suppose. And that seems … I dunno … unreal.

I’m guessing I actually was meeting the true person though.. I’m guessing that I just can’t connect because I write in my plain & simple style.

And it made me think. I’m “just me” and I write in “just me” style. I guess that’s okay.

I’m an expressive player. At least I think I am, and I’ve been told I am. And expression is, to me, of utmost importance in music. I’ve often wondered why I can’t write expressively. Believe me, I’ve tried. But when I made the attempt poetically it just came out as maudlin or silly or simply horrendous. I guess I’m just not a wonder with words.

I am envious of the Artistic Writing Style (AWS™), but I guess I’ll stick to plain old me.