collaboration of music through headphones makes it sound like rain's here. drumbeat excites a tempo that transcends normal volume, takes its place. karma, i decide, for letting the music and weather intertwine.
ancient music rings out through the building, raising goosebumps on my neck. stop a moment, and listen as the harmony boldly fills the air. the conductor drops his arm, concludes the piece and the audience stands.
I think I'm about to break through the writer's block, though this may in fact be an illusion due to the fact that there are road works going on outside. They've been going on for days during the sleep hours of approximately 8pm - 6am. It's as fun as it sounds. Sleep deprivation - even more fun. I… Continue reading Letters to Euturpe: 37
I've managed to begin uncluttering a teeny-tiny corner of my brain, which I shall take as a good thing. It's occurred to me that having a blog is kind of like a diary except I don't use it to declutter. Huh. Should probably work on that. Also, I got news on the Secret Thing, Part… Continue reading Letters to Euturpe: 28
It's another Thursday that feels like a Friday and I'm wondering if I should stick to reviewing cozy mysteries. Turns out I really like doing them, and they're probably the main genre in my library now. Hang on, just made a quick little scheme: yes, I'll do that and hone my ability of being super-honest about… Continue reading Letters to Euturpe: 27
Tonight I have a sneaky headache, the kind that bides its time all afternoon and then leaps in through the window when you're browsing the interwebs. I've also been spending time conniving all the Secret Things my brain can handle, and my bandwidth is all used up. Think I ran out of mental storage space long ago… Continue reading Letters to Euturpe: 26
My workweek is on a fun new timetable. Essentially, my weekend starts on Thursday evening and ends Sunday morning. It is now my weekend, and I have the time to get going on some editing that needs to be done. I probably also should restart my computer sometime this decade, but not right now. Wretched… Continue reading Letters to Euturpe: 21