I'm feeling rather uninspired blog-topic-wise, so I thought I'd do an exercise from the Artist's Way.
If you had five other lives to live, who would you be?
A bug's other life, take 1: I'd be a 6 foot tall, blond, French bassist. I'd play in smoky bars with blue lighting. I'd wear a tank top with no bra, and man, would I jam. My fingers would move so fast on those strings, finding their way without waiting for the map of my brain to lead the way. I'd be so good that I'd be able to pay the rent on my studio from my tips and the meager pay the bars gave my band. I'd spend my days sitting on my window sill, staring out at the people walking on the quiet rue below, listening to their conversations like I was god. I'd hear all about people's fears and loves, and that knowledge would make its way into my fingers, letting me belt out their heartache every night.