It's been awhile since I've written anything here.  And for all my avid readers (all 2 of you), I apologize.

So I've been here in Aspen, CO attending the Aspen Music Festival and School.  This place is pretty amazing, but I feel like I'm attending a more rustic version of CCM, just no theory or music history.  It's nice though because I get to see Dr. C every week instead of once every four.

So far my lessons have been in the pattern of bad, good, bad.  (Bad is just a word, they really weren't bad, but I don't have a better word for them.)

My first lesson was all me being extremely nervous.  Probably because I hadn't seen Dr. C in about, oh 7 weeks!!!!  I really wanted to play well, but alas, it didn't.  The second lesson, I think she was shocked that I sounded as good as I did.  I mean, I wasn't, I know I sound good when I don't allow myself to be controlled by my anxiety.  Today, though, I don't know what it was, I was just not playing well.  I don't think my nerves were controlling me, but something was askew.

I have a lesson with Mr. K this Saturday, and this week I'm off of orchestra.  Can we say 6 hour practice days?!?  I'm strangely excited by this.  Let you know next week what happens.  Also, I'm going to experiment and be really strict with my practice structure. I'll let you know how that works out.

Final thought:

The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend.  Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again.  In one Age, called the Third Age by some, an Age yet to come, an Age long past, a wind rose above the broken mountain named Dragonmount.  The wind was not the beginning.  There are neither beginnings nor endings to the turning of the Wheel of Time.  But it was a beginning.

Excerpt from "Knife of Dreams," book 11 of the Wheel of Time series by the late Robert Jordan.