Monday, I twittered my greatest idea to date, and as it turns out, that was the impetus for something I’ve been meaning to start for a while, something that people have said I should do.

I now own an electric guitar.

It’s a Starcaster by Fender, commonly marketed and regarded as a beginner’s guitar, so pretty much perfect for me, as my guitar knowledge begins and ends with picking up acoustic guitars a couple assorted times in my youth and fumbling with the strings. This time, I’m going big. Instruction DVDs, guitar tab books, micro and macro goals.

Everything fell together today. I tuned (which I do not have an ear for), started with some basics, learned a chord or two. I think I’ve already forgotten the names, but hopefully at least the fingerings will stick to tomorrow. Still getting used to the feel of the strings, the precision of it all. Wondering if the action is a bit too high, which I’m astonished to write, as I had no idea what that meant 48 hours ago.

I enjoy the weight of it in my hands, slung over my shoulder. Brings back pleasant memories of the saxophone days, implement across my body. In fact, come to think of it, the fingering situation is not entirely unlike my only other significant instrument, the piano; abandoned in the 4th grade in favor of the saxophone, which made it a bit into college. It feels good again, to have sound at my fingertips, and know that I may once again be able to conjure musicks from the air.

This will (hopefully) be the first instrument I’ve actually practiced at home — piano and saxophone I was mostly able to float by on rehearsal. This one, though, I have no such luxury; my success or failure rests in my bedroom, tied to a small amp.

I seek to multiclass as a DM/bard.

(Okay, I want to do more than that, but I still insist that it’s a pretty awesome idea.)