Just Keep Writing

So for the past week or so, I've sat down with a clean sheet of paper and a dozen ideas. I told myself I was going to write some killer new stuff this week. Well wouldn't you know, that paper is still blank and the ideas are in my head as I have been hit with another case of writers block. But this is the bad kind of writer's block. I don't mind the writer's block when you have no ideas, period. In fact, I prefer that kind of writer's block! Because when you have that kind of writer's block, the possibilities are endless. When you have that kind of writer's block, you can just have fun. It's like taking a road trip without a map. You just go wherever the road takes you. You stop wherever you want to stop. If you see a sign for a whiskey distillery, you say "Hell yeah!" and jump on the exit. That kind of writer'd block rocks! But I don't have that writer's block. Oh no, I have the bad writer's block. The kind where you know ...

So I sat down tonight to record and post "Hap'ly Ever After".... However, several takes later I decided to just call it a practice session and try again tomorrow. But I've been promising a new blog post for a while, so I won't put it off any longer. When I wrote this song, I started off writing about being hungover in church. Then out of nowhere I thought "oh, it'd be funny if she got the preacher drunk." And just like that this song came together. I'll probably post a recording of this one later this week too, once I get some of the kinks worked out.  Testify © 2013 Chelsey Sears It was a perfect sunday, for a pitch-in after church Yeah I sat down with my best friend, to enjoy our handiwork Nobody had a clue when they sat down for lunch That we snuck out in altar call, and spiked the punch Lets raise our dixie cups, I wanna make a toast To the good book, The Father, and The Son, and The Holy Ghost We're gonna hav...

And once again, I sit here blogging, writing a break-up song. Yes, this is tacky beyond all belief.  Borderline “Taylor Swift”y,. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know.  This is not my normal style. But I needed to finish this, and get it out of my system. Writing this song was remarkably therapeutic. It made me realize that I gave it my all. And I fought harder than I should have. But now  I have closure and I know it’s time to move on to bigger and better things.  It took longer than I expected to finish this, but it’s finally where I want it. I’ll record it at some point within the next week or so. Now that this is out of my system, I’m excited to pick up a pen and see where this crazy dream leads me next! Hap’ly Ever After (<<< Is that a Taylor Swift title, or what???) © 2013 Chelsey Sears Hard to believe, three days ago I wrote you a long love note My heart was burstin’ at the seams Three days ago, it’s hard to believe Just like that, you gave...

So in the past few days, I’ve been talking to another writer and we have decided to work on a song or two. Of course, I am very excited. But to tell the truth, I was also very nervous. He sent me some demos to listen to and they left me speechless. This guy is on a completely different level than I am, and I was terrified to send him any of my ideas. Every time I thought I had something that might work, I talked myself out of it. So I decided to challenge myself. I decided to try to write something completely out of the ordinary (for me). The idea I came up with was a super duper sappy love song. For everyone who reads my blog on a regular basis, you know that I don’t write love songs. I have only finished one love song called “Forever or Bust” (which I may post later today), and let’s just say that “Bust” was the more accurate description.  Well, I guess “Let The Storm Roll By”, the song I co-wrote with Layton James, who released it as a single, was a love song. But anyhow… So,...

Fly © 2013 Chelsey Sears He met me at the door, with a list a mile long It’s full of “honey do”s, and “honey don’t”s Yeah I’m always wrong, he’s always right  That’s his idea of compromise I’m thinkin’ I’ve about had enough I don’t know what this is, but it ain’t love So come on, Baby light the fuse Then step back and turn me loose Three, two, one, here comes your good-bye Oh honey, just like that I’ll just be a set of tire tracks At the end of your drive Yeah, now you can watch me fly Thought we were okay, yeah I admit I never dreamt we, would come to this But looking back, I’m startin’ to realize That this is a blessing in disguise So come on, Baby light the fuse Then step back and turn me loose Three, two, one, here comes your good-bye Oh honey, just like that I’ll just be a set of tire tracks At the end of your drive Yeah, now you can watch me fly So take your freedom, I’ll take mine And we’ll see who’s lone...

You'll Know © 2013 Chelsey Sears  Go ahead, wear your freedom with a smile It's what you wanted all along Yeah I bet you're on cloud nine Now that I'm good and gone But somewhere a memory Will refuse to fade And it gonna hit you head on Like a freight train An old greeting card A drink at the bar Our song on the radio Yeah an old friend Will ask how I've been And it's gonna rock your soul That's when you'll know Someday, something, will haunt you And take you back In a split second, you'll be missin' What we had And you'll know she'll never love you Quite like I did Yeah regret will crush you Like a ton of bricks A slow dance A long blonde strand Of my hair on your pillow A starlit sky An endless drive Down a dark stretch of road That's when you'll know Yeah some cold winter night You'll be layin' all alone And you'll be so tempted To pick up your phone Ask me to come home T...

 Harder Tomorrow © 2013 Chelsey Sears  Ev'ry now and then, she sets her ring on the dresser Never thought it'd be so easy, for him to forget her She'd love nothing more, than to pack all his things But she can't seem to throw away the memories She'll try a little harder tomorrow As it all comes crashing down She'd love to pick up the pieces But it's too late now So she'll find her strength In a whiskey bottle And tell the woman in the mirror "I'll try a little harder tomorrow" It gets to the point, where she just leaves it on the pillow While ev'rything inside her screams "it's time to let go" Just when she thinks that it's all behind her That gold band serves as a reminder She'll try a little harder tomorrow As it all comes crashing down She'd love to pick up the pieces But it's too late now So she'll find her strength In a whiskey bottle ...

You read right! The Just Keep Writing frenzy has returned. Well, it's not much of a frenzy, but it has officially returned. I know I really let this blog (and myself) down over the past few years about I am ready to hit the ground running. I wrote this song a little over a year ago when the "life's about bonfire's, tailgates, and country girls" wave seemed to really hit. I decided to jump on the bandwagon with this little tune. I hung onto it for a while while various people listened to it to see if it got any bites. It even got me on NSAI's "ones to watch" list. The reason that I love this one so much (other than the fact that it's dirty) is because it's one of the few fun songs I've written. Usually I write either super angry or super depressing songs, so this was a breath of fresh air. Hopefully I can write a couple more like this! Have a listen on my Reverbnation widget! Southern Style © 2012 Chelsey Sears I like to do it in...