17

Just done a count-up: seventeen songs recorded, to choose 12 from.
I got up at 8 to write a cello part this morning, and sent it off about an hour ago.
It's brilliant having a head full of music, just so much better than anything else on offer; that's why it's hard to stop.
I am going to secretly carry on. As in the previous posting, don't tell anyone.
I might be a musical gnat to you, but inside I'm a musical elephant, stampeding as we speak.
I need to think of an album title.
No, not 40 Annoying Hamsters. Been and gone.
Maybe I should dial 'Dream' tonight and see what turns up...