Friday, January 30, 2009

Not a Storyteller

I’m not a storyteller. I’m a story maker-upper and a story lover, but I’m not a storyteller. Perhaps I’ll become more of one as I mature in my auntie-hood. I don’t know, though.

(OK. If Ella Bella ever says, “Auntie Nee, tell me a widdle ’tory,” I will melt and make up a story on the spot, most likely about a beautiful princess named Ella Bella who lived in a magical land of giant flowers and talking trees, and where all of her stuffed animals were real, like in The Velveteen Rabbit, and one stuffed animal (Monkey) was under the spell of an mean old aardvark and Ella Bella, with the assistance of her other stuffed animals, had to save Monkey from the aardvark’s clutches … and it would be an aardvark, of course, because aardvark’s a funny word that might make Ella Bella laugh.)

Oh, me. I’ve gotten away from myself, haven’t I.

For now, I’m not a storyteller. I’ve written bits and pieces of stories, sure. I’ve written entire drafts, sometimes multiple drafts, of 500-page novels. I’ve made up fairy tales. I’m all about writing stories.

But I never share them.

I’m the same way with piano. I practice and practice and practice (usually), but I rarely play for anyone else. My main listeners are Beau the Cat and Deborah the Piano Teacher. And me, if I’m wearing my hearing aid.

I’m going to tell a story on this blog. It’s going to be based on the truth, but I’m not going to tell the whole truth because … well, the whole truth is nobody’s business except mine, God’s, and maybe my husband’s.

Why do I want to tell this story? I think it might help people, for one thing. And it’s a story I’ve been carrying around in my head for a long time. It’s a story that wants to be written.

I don’t know if it’s a story that wants to be read. You, dear readers (do you exist?), will be the judge of that. And if it turns out to be a good story, so much the better. If it turns out to help people, that will be best of all.

It may be awhile before I post again. Then again, it may be a few hours. I’m balancing this story with several other responsibilities, so it’s hard to say when I’ll come back to it. Thanks for reading (so far).

Thursday, January 29, 2009

It Won't Die

Like a phoenix from the ashes, or like a dead guy in a horror movie, this blog keeps coming back to life after I think I've killed it.

It's an addiction. Oh well.

I'm planning to post the story of how I was brainwashed over the next few months. Ought to be some fun reading! OK, not really. But it's something that has nagged at me for years, and just writing about it in a private notebook has never seemed to help. So I'll try doing it here.

I'm not announcing to anyone that this blog has started up again. If you happen to find it, you happen to find it.

I'm very sensitive about the addiction. If anyone writes any comments, snarky or otherwise, saying "I just knew you couldn't stay away from this blog!" I will shut them down from being able to comment here.

OK, now that that's taken care of, I'll quit writing. Catch y'all later.

Thursday, January 8, 2009

Well, It's Been a Year

OK. Not quite a year. But almost a year.

Since I've posted anything on this blog, that is.

It's been a little less than a year since I've played George. And Thuddy. And Xan the Grand.

My job swallowed me. I'm still somewhere in the bowels of it. Development season, with its 60-hour weeks, it coming to an end, and support season, with its 60-hour weeks, is beginning. One of the major differences between the two seasons: during development season, we work until the work is done; during support season, we show up at a pre-scheduled arrival time, take a required one-hour lunch break, and don't leave until a pre-scheduled departure time.

Here are my hours for support season (now through April 15):

Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday: 9 a.m. to 7 p.m.
Tuesday: 8 a.m. to 6 p.m.
Friday: 10 a.m. to 8 p.m.
Saturday 9 a.m. to 6 p.m.

The hours are long, but we're forced to take lunch breaks. I don't think I took a single lunch/piano break during development season. I worked 12 hours some days, and I haven't had a Saturday off since early October.

It's a fun job, but it does cut into my non-work life.

Anyway, I'm taking my music books to work with me today. Going to force myself to take a lunch break, even though the support season schedule hasn't yet been instituted for this year.

My left pinky has been hurting for several weeks now--enough that I'm going to the doctor about it next week. I hope it doesn't have too much of an effect on the joy of playing piano.

More later. Gotta get ready for work.