i'm having one of those weeks where i convince myself i really can't do this for a living.
seriously, who do i think i am?
i don't practice piano enough, my voice is ordinary, my songs either feel too similar to each other, or like they lack consistency. i have too much jazz, or not enough. i have too many words, or not enough. i don't know. i don't know if i'd buy my music. (really, honestly, i probably wouldn't.)
so, uh...welcome to december, blog. it's gonna be an angst-y month.
the smell of snow makes me sad.