Daily Archives: September 25, 2007

Il Maestro Update

The tide has turned. A tiny bit of information I read recently solved my ending dilemma: one of the two endings I envisioned simply cannot happen, for my protagonist would never make the sacrifice required for the associated unknown payoff. Now I know how it ends. And today I wrote the pivotal moment where she chooses her path and confirms the end of the novel.

Total word count, Il Maestro e le Figlie di Coro: 50,260
New words today: 1,354

Mousme came over to write with me, and brought milk because I twisted my knee coming up the front stairs after waving goodbye to the HRH and the boy on their way out this morning and couldn’t safely walk to the depanneur to get a litre of milk for her tea. We had plain but comfortable fare for lunch — tuna casserole, because I forgot that I was also going to walk to the bakery to get a loaf of bread for sandwiches — and lots of tea.

I didn’t realise how much those two possible endings were weighing on me. I’m looking forward to writing on.


Poking around online at all things Gouldian today, I discovered my report on that book launch and film festival that I had written for the rest of the F-Minor e-digest crew ten years ago.

It’s all still there, all the conversations we had about music theory, performance, criticism, and other things only tangentially Gould. The Internet holds on to everything.

I joined the F-Minor e-list back in the days of text-based Internet, when I was still using a telnet connection. Maybe I’ll resubscribe, and rejoin the GGF, too. Well, I’ll sort through the newer posts and things first and see if I like the current environment before I decide. Just by scanning the names of people posting I can see many of the old crew are still around.

I thought I’d pick up a couple of new Gould discs tomorrow while I’m out too, something I haven’t done in years and years. Maybe some Brahms. Or the gamba-harpsichord sonatas, if they’re still available.

September Twenty-Fifth

I am home alive and rested from camping. It was an incredible weekend weather-wise and otherwise.

Today there are several things to celebrate:

1) The belated birthday of Gmarc! (I will forever remember his birthday one day late.)

2) It’s the 75th anniversary of Glenn Gould’s birth! I am, as some know, a staunch Gould fan and wrote a third of a thesis on his dual modes of expression in performance and written musical analysis. (This was before my advisor vanished into the ether because he was soon retiring, leaving a handful of thesis students hanging because he didn’t care any more.) Coincidentally, next week is also the 25th anniversary of Gould’s death. I shall buy Thirty-Two Short Films About Glenn Gould on DVD as a gift to myself tomorrow (Gould’s music! Colm Feore!). The CBC has a week of stuff going on about Gould, and YouTube has tons of clips online as well.

3) Today marks the tenth anniversary of HRH and I doing our first road trip together. We went, appropriately enough, to a Glenn Gould book launch and film festival in Ottawa. (Hey, someone had to drive me, and he was free and willing to learn about one of the things that made me tick, AKA something I wouldn’t stop nattering about because I was in Full! Thesis! Mode! at the time.)

4) It also happens to be our eighth wedding anniversary today. When I realised I’d planned a wedding on the weekend of a bi-annual Gould conference that I really really wanted to attend (I was a member of the GG Foundation at the time) I was not amused. Still, I think I made the right decision, going to the wedding instead of the conference, don’t you?

None of these things were deliberately scheduled thusly because they built on previous events, it just kind of turned out that way. I find that interesting and also mildly disturbing.

Thanks to everyone in the blogosphere who has already wished us well. And thanks again to all the friends who shared our wedding weekend with us: you made it a very special time.

I have a cool anniversary present in mind for him. Muah-hah-hah! (I have to top the Xbox somehow at some point, and it may as well be this year…)