I'm well. School's been a bit mental. I was snowed under this weekend with music work and homework. I still have a violin sonata to write for tomorrow which I've barely started. I have to re-format the entire Kit book for my musical because my drum notation turned out to be a disaster. I missed a big Differention Test on Friday and I've just been a bit pressured.
Then I watched a documentary; "A Boy Called Alex", about a 16-year-old cystic fibrosis music prodigy on a scolarship at Eton. It put a lot of things in perspective.
And then I lost all the work I had been doing on the kit book on my laptop, and I regressed back into a moany teenager again.
The rain we knew is a thing of the past -
deep-delving, dark, deliberate you would say
browsing on spire and bogland; but today
our sky-blue slates are steaming in the sun,
our yachts tinkling and dancing in the bay
like racehorses. We contemplate at last
shining windows, a future forbidden to no one.
Derek Mahon
"Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets."
Arthur Miller