My apologies for the delay in the next chapter of Illetai. I've been cleaning out my garage, and in between tossing out all the accumulated crap and sanding and re-finishing the forlorn workbench out there, I discovered I had a really lovely workspace out there. Accordingly, mindful of how I've never had an actual place to spread all my moonbeams out, in a fashion that wouldn't interfere with the quasi-efficiency of the home and hearth, I've gotten out all my music manuscripts of yore and have begun an attempt to actually write music.
Several projects in mind, notably a string quartet and my only (so far) symphony. Illetai will join the faded manuscripts and take it's turn. Right now, I reading the Berlioz-Strauss Treatise on Orchestration, and dreaming the most wildest of dreams. I've never felt more hopeful.
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2 comments:
Whoa -- I can only imagine how big a job that was. But it's about time you had a place for your moonbeams. Is it warm enough in there?
Thanks for the recent comments.
Filius magnus
Basically, at this point Dad, you'd better have an entire symphony. :)
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