Paksworld

I meant to write a little short post yesterday.  Book had other ideas, snagged me aside, and poured yet more Content into my head.   I kept struggling away.  “Book,” I said, “I have to practice the music for tonight–it’s important.”

“You have to write me,” Book said.  “NOW!” 

“But I need to do the music, and get the tree in…”

“NOW.  Listen to THIS,” Book said.

The tree was not brought in; the space for the tree was not even cleared.  No bread was baked.  No cooking done.  No music practiced (and let me tell you, the wrath of the choir director towards those who did not learn their music as he had told us to do last week?  You do not want to know…)   Right up to the moment I left for rehearsal, Book had my nose firmly on the grindstone.

So it’s not like I didn’t work yesterday.  I did.   Changes in the first chapters of that POV did indeed propagate through other chapters.  Tweak this, tweak that, insert, remove, etc.   And Book wants me today, too.  It’s Christmas Eve.  I have services to sing tonight, and I had better (!!!) be note perfect and markings-perfect by tonight.    I have explained to Book that it can’t have me today.  Book has already had two hours of me.

And last night after rehearsal, I was talking to a couple who will be singing their 20th in a row Christmas Eve services at St. David’s…their last, as they’re moving to Washington State to be near grandchildren.    One will be retiring from the National Guard, where she’s a medic, a master sergeant (her husband retired a couple of years ago, I think it was.)   I need to put her in the book.   She would fit very well into any of my books.

Anyway–no more today, O Book, no more!    Greater projects than you are afoot.  Sometimes Book has to take a back seat.  (That howling you hear is only partly the wind.  The rest is Book…)