I was sitting at my computer, minding my own business when suddenly a few measures of a melody started running through my head. That was Monday and it’s been swirling in my brain, clogging up my thoughts ever since.

I catch myself humming it all the time. While cooking lunch one day, I was humming it louder than I realized and my husband asked me what I was singing. I hummed it for him again. “Do you know what that is?” he asked.

I was annoyed because he was acting like he recognized it. I had convinced myself over the past few days that I’d written it. I thought I was really on to something. I thought this was the start of my composing career–that I was on the edge of super-stardom.

“That’s A Remark You Made,” he said.

When I got home from work that night he played it for me and he was right. I hadn’t written anything. I was just humming the part of the tune where the bass plays the melody. I was humming that part over and over in a loop. With that realization, my composing career went up in smoke.