And in the moonfall, all sound is frozen still...
Hey all,
Yeah... so I think I've officially turned into one of those people who only updates every few months or so, and then it's a long wall o text that no one wants to read. But apparently there are a few left who still will listen to me ramble... I guess it's the same lesson that I learned in high school. If I am bored enough to write it, there's someone else bored enough to read it.
Anyway, the semester has begun anew and holds many new and exciting adventures for me. Not least among them is a trip to Italy with the UAH concert choir with a concert in the Vatican where I get to try to steal the Pope's hat. I'm excited about that... I've never been off this continent and I think voyaging across the pond is long overdue for me.
I'm glad to be back at school and not lazing around like a lout playing NetHack on my top of the line gaming computer. I have a lot of performing on my plate this semester and most of my time will be spent rehearsing for those concerts. There are three for wind ensemble alone.
And speaking of performances, I guess the big news of the semester is that I'm the assistant director for the UAH theater department's performance of the Mystery of Edwin Drood.
Every time I go to rehearsal I ask myself, "What in the hell am I doing here???" I'm keeping company with some of the biggest names in theater and music in Huntsville like I have any idea what the hell I'm doing.
I've never done anything like this before. I haven't done theater at all in something like ten years, and even then, I was always on stage. I have absolutely no experience doing this. And yet here I am... telling people what to do like I have any idea what the fuck is going on. I'm actually responsible for keeping up with who is going to be absent when and getting rehearsals scheduled around it. How funny is that? I can barely keep up with where my own ass should be half the time and I'm supposed to tell 20-odd seasoned theater people (some of them professionals) where to go and what to do. The whole thing is just hilarious.
But the show is going to be great and I'm really looking forward to being a part of it... if I can keep from freaking out.
The writing still just isn't happening and I don't know what to do about it. I still have ideas in my head... they just don't fall out of my pen the way they used to.
Maybe there's just too much distracting me. I couldn't play NetHack or read a book in school... writing was just as much entertainment for me as the readers.
Or maybe it's that I don't have any readers... no one over my shoulder screaming that I need to resolve this cliffhanger before the bell rings or they'll stab me with highlighters.
Who knows... I just with I had time to figure it out. But there is no such thing as free time this semester.
Anyway... back to schedule compiling for Drood.
Love and Cookies,
Birdie
Yeah... so I think I've officially turned into one of those people who only updates every few months or so, and then it's a long wall o text that no one wants to read. But apparently there are a few left who still will listen to me ramble... I guess it's the same lesson that I learned in high school. If I am bored enough to write it, there's someone else bored enough to read it.
Anyway, the semester has begun anew and holds many new and exciting adventures for me. Not least among them is a trip to Italy with the UAH concert choir with a concert in the Vatican where I get to try to steal the Pope's hat. I'm excited about that... I've never been off this continent and I think voyaging across the pond is long overdue for me.
I'm glad to be back at school and not lazing around like a lout playing NetHack on my top of the line gaming computer. I have a lot of performing on my plate this semester and most of my time will be spent rehearsing for those concerts. There are three for wind ensemble alone.
And speaking of performances, I guess the big news of the semester is that I'm the assistant director for the UAH theater department's performance of the Mystery of Edwin Drood.
Every time I go to rehearsal I ask myself, "What in the hell am I doing here???" I'm keeping company with some of the biggest names in theater and music in Huntsville like I have any idea what the hell I'm doing.
I've never done anything like this before. I haven't done theater at all in something like ten years, and even then, I was always on stage. I have absolutely no experience doing this. And yet here I am... telling people what to do like I have any idea what the fuck is going on. I'm actually responsible for keeping up with who is going to be absent when and getting rehearsals scheduled around it. How funny is that? I can barely keep up with where my own ass should be half the time and I'm supposed to tell 20-odd seasoned theater people (some of them professionals) where to go and what to do. The whole thing is just hilarious.
But the show is going to be great and I'm really looking forward to being a part of it... if I can keep from freaking out.
The writing still just isn't happening and I don't know what to do about it. I still have ideas in my head... they just don't fall out of my pen the way they used to.
Maybe there's just too much distracting me. I couldn't play NetHack or read a book in school... writing was just as much entertainment for me as the readers.
Or maybe it's that I don't have any readers... no one over my shoulder screaming that I need to resolve this cliffhanger before the bell rings or they'll stab me with highlighters.
Who knows... I just with I had time to figure it out. But there is no such thing as free time this semester.
Anyway... back to schedule compiling for Drood.
Love and Cookies,
Birdie