I've been writing again, and fitting in playing the violin when I can.  It feels good.  Though, my family doesn't seem to understand the concept of' leave me alone while I write'.  I kept losing my train of thought.  But, such is a bane of being a writer.  Anything can make you lose that awesome sentence you were about to put on the screen.

I hadn't played the violin in days before today.  I was messing up a lot.  I think it's because I was thinking too much.  I've found that when it came to playing, I need to just focus on the music.  Let my mind go blank and just play the notes as I see them, without thinking.  It's not easy.  I daydream constantly and sometimes a daydream will try to sneak in there.  Then I skip a note and force the daydream off to the side.

I think tomorrow I'll play in the morning, and write in the afternoon.  This way I have plenty of time to give my daydreams my full attention while I write them down.  It's how I write my books, afterall.  My notes on my wall are mostly what has already happened and the characters.  The rest, it comes from my mind.