What are friends? Friends are the family we choose for ourselves. Friends are the ones we didn’t grow up with, but they’re always there when we need them. I have been blessed by God with a plethora of friends that come in all shapes and sizes. And I am grateful for each and every one of them. My friends keep me going a lot of times when I want to quit. They help me up when I’ve fallen down. They’re there to lend a helping hand when the way gets rough.
So to each and every one of my friends, I want to give you a big thank you!! I love you all so much!!!
Made by a creature as small as can be,
Men keep them to harvest me.
Rejected from life, yet life-giving too,
I dreamily dance like a languid pool.
Ok, so I need to start looking up more “I’m back” quotes. Because with my track record, I’m going to need them. But I have an excuse for not posting, I really do!! This entire past week I’ve not been at home or at school. I was with my choir in the North “on tour” as we call it. We were traveling through the north giving concerts at churches and Christian schools (remember, I go to a Christian college). It was great fun! We spent several hours a day driving around on a university bus. A good friend of mine used the extra down time to introduce me to the show “Dr. Who.” I had never heard of it before this trip, but it is vastly entertaining. Plus, it’s a BBC production, so I get to hear people speaking in British accents, which has in turn, helped my own impersonations of the British.
In other news, NaNoWriMo has officially started!! I’m so excited!! I started writing my novel Tuesday morning, and I’m currently at 3,916 words. So, back to the writing!!
Well, it’s been a while since I was here. But I have very exciting news!! I have decided upon a story theme/plot for NaNo!!! (and, yes, you may congratulate me) I plan to write about a young German-Jewish girl and her family as they experience the Holocaust. You may ask why I chose that theme: well, I’ll tell you. A few years ago during my senior trip we visited the Holocaust museum in Washington D.C. The Museum had a huge effect on me. I had been taught about the Holocaust, of course, as every High School graduate has, but there in D.C. I realized a little more the scope of what happened. It hit home to me that these were real people who had been abused, tortured, and murdered. People around the world are even now suffering as a result of racial prejudice. I cannot stop the Holocaust – it ended decades ago. But I can endeavour to stop another Holocaust from happening. Because when we stop remembering it is when it will happen again.
As I’ve said before, I love performing. Tomorrow evening my choir is presenting a recital of largely sacred works. I am so excited to have this opportunity to perform as a group with fellow musicians. That is something I miss a lot in my solo work. Musicians are some of the awesomest people on earth in my humble (but slightly biased) opinion. I love how a person or group of people can take some words and some dots on a page and transform them into a beautiful work of art. And then when it’s done, we can do it again and it will be completely new and different every single time. Music is like the visual arts in many ways, but this is one of their differences. Whereas a painting or sculpture can be finished and hung on a wall or placed in a museum as a memorial to the artist forever, music is created again and again, and a duplicate portrayal can never exist. Maybe that’s what I love about music. I can run out of landscapes to paint, but music will never be the same.
Sleep is a wonderful thing. I don’t think many of us realize how amazing it is until we are deprived of it. Kind of like how food tastes so much better when you’re hungry. So today sleep in. Or maybe tomorrow 😉