Hi Bert, yup I know these emotions too but they're not what usually drive me to writing, I guess personal style & preference. I deal with joy & happiness just fine it's more sadness or pain that sparks me, whether it's my own form of self therapy of a feeling or need to shed awareness on something in particular. I'm not miserable, just sensitive, actually some refere to me & my sickness as being pathology affirmative.
Harpgirl, as for songs being submitted, under BF you'll find in the DT "Ida Lewis" & in the search forum, in a thread called "Feedback Please" you'll find "You Wouldn't Know It To Look At Me" which many Mudcatters were very helpful with during the writing process. Both are copyrighted but I would be tickled if singers found them to be worthy enough to sing themselves & sang them. You didn't ask but seeing as you were interested here's one & Bert this is probably as light as I get.
Here in the cold country of the Northeastern US the snow builds up on the rooftops, because of the inside warmth escaping through the roof the snow melts from the underside & freezes again when the water tries to fall off the roofs edge creating an ice dam which starts to back up the roof until the water has no other escape route except though the roof to the inside of the house. I used to clear these winter ice dams, sometimes we'd make the best out of it, sometimes there'd be a disaster.

ICE DAMMING
Words: Barry Finn Tune : Bob Dylan's "The Times They Are A Changing"

It's winter in New England and throughout the land
The trucks start rolling with all available hands
It's a party, a tradition, a picnic, a plan
Over mountains of snow they attack the Ice Dams

chorus;
And you hear everywhere the cry Ice Dam
It's a flue, it's a fever that spreads through the land
Man your pickups, your axes, every woman and man
And answer the call and the cry Ice Dam

Blaze a path round a house in snow that's waist deep
Take a rake or a shovel and clear up 3 feet
Crawl the edge of the dam on a roof that's to steep
And start pounding on ice and let nobody sleep

On a 40-foot ladder that slides on the ice
Out comes the homeowner who tries to be nice
I like what you're doing but I don't like you're price
For a few dollars less would you still risk your life

Some shingles may break and the ice will sure fall
If we land on your shrubs sure you'll give us a call
Your check will bounce as we bounce off your walls
It must be illegal to have such a ball

Like ants, like locus we're all over your roof
We cry Ice Dam and drink 100 proof
In the news and the papers we're spreading the truth
When ice damming is done we're a winter recluse

Copyright, Barry Finn 1996 (winter)