A Sandwich Might Help

The Great Plotnik is trying to finish a song this morning, and the more he writes the less he's got.

He's got a lyric, or 2/3 of a lyric, or 1/2 of one, or a title, or no title, or nothing but sheets and sheets of words and more words. He's typed them out, he's written all over the typed sheets and retyped them.

He's got a melody, or a verse anyway, or maybe not even that, and he's tried it on piano and guitar...

...and even gotten this desperate.

He's tried the usual suspects. He's played it before he goes to bed and woke up singing it, but he's still singing the same old melody which isn't quite right. He's put the lyric under the bed too, but when he looks at it again in the morning it hasn't changed a bit. He's tried forgetting it and starting on something else but the danged song keeps coming back, like a pimple.

The problem, of course, is that a song should be written in an hour, max, and then worked on and edited for only a short while later. If it still hasn't completed itself there's a reason (it sucks). At that point, only one thing can help. Well, two things. Collaboration is the best, but TGP doesn't really work with any collaborators these days, and he's not sure if the nonlyric or nonmelody is the problem, or maybe it's a noncombination of them both. The only other thing that might help is a sandwich. Yeah, a sandwich might help.