I’ve been working—I really have—on Prelude (no fugue) No. 5, and I’m making progress. My problem is finding the time. You would think that since I have no evening commitments on the calendar, this week would have been a good time to dig in and figure out how to make it work.
By the time I get supper made, get supper eaten, and touch base with my lovely first wife, it is deep into the evening. I am lucky to get even an hour of time in my study, and since it takes me 20 minutes to disentangle my brain from everything but what’s in front of it, that’s not a lot of time before my body is saying that it’s time to call it quits for another day.
I have made progress. It was solid and was saying essentially what I wanted it to say, but last night I took a crowbar to it and broke it open, and suddenly it threatened to veer out of control , and that’s a good thing. So now I’m faced with continuing that energy into the middle and end of the piece. Will I have time to do that?
This weekend, of course, is given over to relaxing, although I may have time on Sunday to squeeze in a few notes. Next week I have to revamp the GHP parent video, so there’s limited time there. Plus it’s my lovely first wife’s birthday, which is always festive.
It makes me wonder whether I’m going to get a cello sonata written by October.
2 thoughts on “Composing myself”
Actually, I have another week until my lovely first wife’s birthday. There’s hope?
Now I understand even more why Defending your time is so important to you.
I, on the other hand, have plenty of time, but no creative thoughts or even much initiative of any kind right now.