I’ve cleared my desk. Written and answered all the emails that must go out tonight. (I think.) Now trying to settle in to do some serious writing. Program notes, conference abstract, project proposal, character notes for an improv piece.
Such a different part of the consciousness – moving between inner spaces is maybe the hardest part. That, and rhythm. Finding the rhythm. “Finding the feet,” is the way I heard Dean Gilmour once put it. He was talking about finding the character (in theatre creation) but I always think analogously between disciplines. Finding my feet. The land is there. Where are my feet? Try ’til you find the right gait. Tone and timbre.
Contours and features emerge from this.