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tearful the day

While I work I’m listening to the new Evanescence album The Open Door for the first time, and enjoying it more than I enjoyed the first album.

And then something in my brain that was paying attention to the music knocked on the other part of my brain that was writing, and said, “Excuse me, but we have a very well-done integration thing happening here, and it’s really very interesting. I think you should listen more closely.”

I know I’ve had music and masses on the brain for the past two weeks, but there’s really nothing like hearing Mozart woven into gothic rock, and woven in (thankfully) well.

fps Online Animation Auction

Every year fps: the magazine of animation holds an online auction of animation-related material in order to raise funds for charity. This auction’s proceeds will go to the Canadian Cancer Society for the second year in a row, as decided by the fps readership.

The auction goes live on Wednesday November 22 and runs for one week. You can see a preview list of some of the items available here, including original artwork, DVDs, books, CDs, and software. There’s also a direct donation button on that page that offers you the opportunity to donate to the Canadian Cancer Society via the fps parent company 5×5 Media, if you wish to contribute to funding support for those with cancer and their families without participating in the fps auction.

And a reminder: issue 9 of fps magazine is now available for download, which includes a review of the Pinky and the Brain Vol. 1 DVD set by yours truly.

Cautiously Optimistic

Well, today I don’t feel like passing out when I stand up. This is a definite improvement over yesterday.

For the purposes of appeasing posterity, a.k.a. my future need to check my records:

Total word count, Il Maestro e le Figlie di Coro: 22,731
Total words Monday: 1,275
Total words Tuesday: 2,340

Things have generally continued being less than stellar in the rest of my life. But at least there are new pages in the novella.

Musical PSA

Since so many other things got subsequently scheduled on the 18th (a.k.a. the night of my first concert this season) and no one can make it, I encourage everyone who wants to be at the upcoming Messiah concert to circle the date on their calendars this time. That date, once again, is December 16.

Maybe I’ll start including a footnote reminder of concert date, time, and location each time I journal about practicing or rehearsal, to keep it active in people’s minds. I don’t know how else to remind people of my concert dates. I announce them when I get them, which is usually six to eight weeks in advance, then again a week beforehand, and they’re always posted on the Currently Enjoying page. I don’t expect anyone not interested in the concerts to keep track of it or leave that evening free, but there have been a surprising amount of orchestra groupies this time who eagerly said they were going and then realised last week that they had double-booked themselves with various non-concert regulars in the meantime.

Edited to add: Okay, let me clarify because I can feel a couple of people getting defensive out there, which was not the point of this post.

a. I hate promoting myself. It feels like I’m pushing myself at other people and yelling “Look at me!” There has to be an easier way to do this.

b. Everyone has busy lives.

c. I don’t expect anyone to come to my concerts, ever. When someone does, I am dazed and grateful. When multiple individuals attend, I am downright jubilant and effusive in my thanks.

d. People tell me they want to attend, which I have to take at face value. I’m trying to find a method by which this can be made easier, and it’s just a fact that concert dates always slip people’s minds.

e. If no one can make it, I don’t take it personally. Not for the reasons you might think, anyway. You see, we hold concerts to make money in order to fund the orchestra. No audience, no ticket sales, no bank account to pay for rental of rehearsal space and operational costs, and so forth. Not to mention the very basic fact of no audience, what’s the point of holding concerts anyway, and if we’re not holding concerts what’s the point in preparing a programme? You see the problem.

So yes, people attending is a good thing, both for them and for the orchestra in general. And I like to have people attend; I like sharing what I do with others and offering them an evening of enjoyment. I specifically enjoy sharing what I do with people I know, because I can talk to them about it afterwards as they have a very different perception of the evening in general and the performance in particular. And my regulars all seem very upset that they overscheduled themselves, the sentiment of which I appreciate. It’s just unfortunate that everything seems to have fallen apart this time, and I like to think that it can be avoided in the future, for all the above reasons.

Drawback

The only problem with writing historical-based fiction:

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Q: Wait — damn. Did Albinoni actually write a Gloria? Even more specifically, did he write one before this point in time?

A: Maybe? Difficult to prove since very few of his works were actually published, meaning that most were lost. I can get away with saying that yes, there was a minor Gloria written by Albinoni for the purposes of my narrative. Also, I have just discovered that he was rather fond of the oboe, which suits one of my characters rather well.

I think I’m going to go out for a walk, before the apocalypse-like flood hits late this afternoon.

Novella Update

I’ve had a less than stellar weekend, so this has gone far towards ending it on a better note.

Total word count, Il Maestro e le Figlie di Coro: 19,116
Total words today: 3,060

I wrote a thousand this afternoon before heading out to my in-laws’ for dinner (an outing that Liam cut short), and evidently I just wrote another two thousand after he went to bed. I went back and filled in one of the [bridge] sections that needed to be written, but for which I had no plan last week. Time is good thing; it allows ideas to circulate in the subconscious, to emerge when ready. I do something very similar when I write non-fic: if I stall on one section, I move on and pick another section to write, marking where I left off with a vague note as to what ought to go there when I’m in the correct headspace and/or have a clearer idea of what to say, and how to say it.

It’s a good thing that I’m writing historical fiction, and can’t deviate from what I know happened. Otherwise my male protagonist and that young charming sympathetic female character who insinuated herself into the story would be falling in love, because it would be incredibly easy to do the way this story is going. It would be dreadfully cliched, and the temptation to succumb to it would be fierce. Fortunately the scandal is avoided by the simple fact that history demonstrates that nothing of the kind occurred, leaving the novella thankfully unmarked by indignity.