I am in Texas for several days. It's a time that is busy with family activities… like working on a first grade science fair project, shopping for a dress for Lauren's summer wedding, and oh yes, eating, eating, and more eating. 

One of the bonuses of being in the Dallas area is that there are so many possible co-writers here. I could drive south a few hours and be with Twila. I could drive north an hour and be with Jennie. There are people I have written with at some point dotted all over the Texas map. And oh yes, there's some guy named Bart who sings with some very popular group. He is supposed to be a great writer. I've never written with him, but he's here, and I could write with him. Just sayin'.

That brings me to one of the great things about being a songwriter. I can write anywhere. Even if a co-writer I admire and trust is not available, I can still write. Even if you take away my laptop and my iPad, I can still write. In fact, even if I have no legal pad or pen… yep… writing is still possible.

If I can observe and think and remember and listen and meditate, and maybe even evesdrop just a little, song ideas are out there waiting to be found. Heaven is sending lyrics and melodies down through the atmosphere if I will pay attention. I've been convinced of that for a long time. 

Yesterday I had a trusted co-writer with me. Jayme Thompson drove about 45 minutes to get here. We set ourselves up in a sunny room at Cindy's house and spent the day talking, laughing, sharing, chasing an idea down, and writing a lyric we hope will eventually get used in a musical. It was a good, productive, rewarding day. 

So… science fair project finished… check. Dress purchased… check. Lyric written… check. I think my work here is nearly done.