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Guess what I’m busy doing. 

This is actually an image I’m using in a powerpoint presentation- I added the cussin just for you, though.

I’m coming to this whole thing terribly late, but I feel that’s a terrible reason for just giving up on the whole project, so! Here I am.

I’m a terrific fan of super-short vignettes, and read a lot of them, so I feel like that’s a good place to start to get the old machinery cranking.

Something from today:

He loved watching her up on that pedestal, and he knew she loved being watched. Far from being completely carried away by her momentum of her magic wand, she was the embodiment of an ideal conductor: omniscient, all-seeing and all-knowing both within her orchestra and without it. She saw and heard her first chair violinist tremble a little from too much caffeine before going on and her third chair bassoon’s frequent breaths because of his asthma and the entire percussion section completely high, they said they played better that way, and the audience’s breath behind her rising and falling like the tide with each sweep of her arms and the magic she drew forth from the chorus of voices before her. She detested these metaphors; tucked into her couch afterward, feet neatly curled up beneath her, she laughed at the notion of an audience who might try to sum up her performance with a few measly adjectives. It was nothing, she would tell him, and everything; it was like trying to sum up the complexity of a master performance of Hamlet by blanketing it with a word like “magical”. There was no describing her genius, she yawned; only adulation would indicate that a spectator had come anywhere close to understanding what she did.