Thursday, June 15, 2006

Liszt: More Effective Than Drugs!

I am madly in love with Franz Liszt. Why must he be dead, and I married? (Just kidding, Hubster!) I would have been one of the women swooning at his famous piano concerts in the 19th century. I just know it. I was quite the Duranie in the early 80s, so I know I have it in me.

I practiced for three marvelous hours today. I was supposed to be doing other things. Oh well. What can I say--Liszt is addictive. So is Bach, but it was Liszt who hogged the practice session today.

Three hours of practice have made me feel all peaceful and happy and endorphin-charged inside. I'm playing better than I've ever played in my life, and it's so unexpectedly fulfilling. I'm so thankful--I never would have dreamed I'd "get it back" after not playing for twelve years.

At the risk of sounding vain, I've always felt like I had a lot of unrealized musical talent. Now I feel like I'm taking a few steps toward realizing it. I have a long way to go, but that's a good thing.

Now, if I could just feel this way about fiction-writing! (I think I have the unrealized talent ... I just haven't budged one inch toward it lately!) As much as I love piano and Liszt and Bach, I think today's practice marathon was yet another writing-avoidance technique.

Oh well. I guess it's better than eating my weight in bon-bons or taking drugs.

Playing Liszt is more effective than drugs, and it burns calories, to boot. The perfect combination!

Time to go write.

I will actually write.
I will actually write.
I will actually write.
I will actually write.

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