mutterings of a music history major
27 March 2008 @ 01:18 pm
*loves the flist*  
First of all: ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

That's all I can say right now. I've been re-reading comments from you guys on my writing post and am... well, gobsmacked. You guys have seriously left me speechless. I didn't post that in seeking out pats on the back and I nearly did disable comments. But...

I'm without words. I'm slowly trying to form responses to you guys so they are coming. I just didn't want the weekend to come without saying thank you. It's been a really low couple of weeks for me and the encouragment... was exactly what I needed to hear.

So in short -- here's a massive thank you to the flist. ♥

In other news? I got the first good night's sleep in I don't know how long. melatonin=love. Seriously.

Also have a gig this weekend! Huzzah! and paying too but shhhhh. that's on the dl. The conductor flew in from Germany yesterday and worked with the little chamber ensemble for about an hour. It's a baroque piece (yay BW and their Bach love)... and the conductor complimented me not only on my playing but how excellent I was playing the music stylistically. Never thought I'd say this but... Thank you Dwight Oltman.
 
 
mood swings :: loved
 
 
mutterings of a music history major
24 March 2008 @ 09:32 pm
*sigh*  
and then there are times I wonder why I even bother writing. I just got a review that made me feel so horrible about myself and my ability to write that I'm nearly in tears.

The one thing I've always prided myself on is characterizations. And how I craft a fic. The last thing I wrote... it wasn't intended on being a ground-breaking piece of fiction. Hell, it was mostly crackish if you'd actually read. There were things I didn't want to go into as an author and wanted to create a humourous atmosphere.

Apparently I fail and suck as a writer.

Joy.

And on top of that, I'm getting royally FUCKED with my car. The window "works" but it's not perfect. But if I want it back to how it should work, *I* have to pay the 350 bucks to do it. Yet, it was broken on THEIR watch. And then I had the general manager of the place tell me that even if someone smashed in my window while it was in their possession, it's my responsibility to replace it. I'm just livid -- and now telling me I suck as a writer isn't helping.

Anyone have any alcohol? Please?
 
 
mood swings :: crushed
what's playiing :: The West Wing // Hartsfield's Land