No promises

You may have noticed that I didn’t blog on Monday (nor last Monday). I’ve just run out of steam for the time being. It’s not really the pandemic, I don’t think, although obviously such a huge disruption to our lives has to be a factor. I’m just in one of those fallow periods between bursts of energy.

(Yes, I still have the lizard to paint and the fence art to sew, but those too are in abeyance.)

However, and I hate even to mention it, I woke up with music in my head. I think it may be music from Dream Three in Seven Dreams of Falling.

I am making no promises. The focus I have to maintain in order to compose is probably not attainable at the moment, especially during the holidays.

But I did hear something.