: Welcome back, readership, to the rest of the Plot.
Things are somewhat calmer here, though those personal disasters I mentioned last week are still kind of happening.
: It’s a bit calmer for me as well, on the orchestra front. Although I still have to massive arrangements to finish until the end of this month but who’s counting.
: Hello, gentlebeings, and welcome to Chapter 19 of Wedge’s Gamble, wherein we make a new friend. Sort of.
In personal news, I finally took three days off work after something like a year, so yay for that, but… Will?
: Remember how I said that I was going to catch up on my sleep over Labor Day weekend?
Let’s just say…nah. Personal disasters abounded. Very serious ones.
: Welcome back, all, for a history lesson, and a reminder not to bring a sad backstory to a tragic backstory fight.
Labor day weekend! Woo! I get to catch up on my sleep!
I… don’t. Because reasons. Mostly musical reasons, but some yardwork reasons too. And then possible travel reasons. Lots of reasons.
But I’m taking most of next week off anyway, so: Woo!
: Hello, gentlebeings, and welcome to Chapter 17 of Wedge’s Gamble, wherein I was promised escapist literature dammit.
: The problem with science fiction is that it always projects the present into the future. Here, it was depressingly on target.
: In personal news, I’m arranging two pieces at the moment. One of them, thanks to the contents of the first hit I had when I typed “Latin poetry about the sun” into Google, is going to be called “Apocalypsis Solis,” and yes, that means exactly what it sounds like. The other is, uh, this one, which… if there ever was an apocalyptic song, well, there we are? And since “arranging” involves “listen to the originals a million times over and over and over” as the first step, you can imagine what kind of a mood I’m predisposed to be in. So.
: This chapter ain’t helping that mood either, gang.
Over here, can August be over already? It was a lot.
: Welcome back all, to the second part of Chapter 16 of Wedge’s Gamble, wherein we get a bit more of Gavin’s history, and future.
As you read this, I’m–well, this went up at 9 AM Eastern Time, which is 2 PM Dublin time, so I’m probably wandering the Dublin Convention Centre as part of day 2 of this year’s World Science Fiction Convention. Holler if you see me!
: I’m holding down the fort and having an Interesting work week and an Interestinger orchestra week, as in “doing my first full-orchestral arrangement from scratch.” Insert all the wibbling here.
: Hello, gentlebeings, and welcome to Chapter 16 of Wedge’s Gamble, wherein awww, lookit the new farm boy with no hay in his hair tyvm.
In personal news, I’ve had a pretty tense week and weekend at work, but Will’s having a tenser one, so I’m taking the lead this week.
: Thankfully I’m on vacation next week, and before I head off to the World Science Fiction Convention in Dublin I even have some days off as part of it, so yay!
: Hello, gentlebeings, and welcome to Chapter 15 of Wedge’s Gamble, wherein once again whyyyyyyyyy, but a different whyyyyyyyyy from the previous incidents of whyyyyyyyyyy.
: Mmm, smell that ripe, aged patriarchy. Like limburger-durian casserole.
: In the personal side of things, WMGSO has now officially started the Fall 2019 season rehearsals, which means that other than a few corrections, I am DONE with formatting and publishing new music. Yay! …I’ve got stuff I need to get to arranging, both for the small ensembles in the Fall season and for the orchestra in next spring. Gulp.
: I’m off to Boston for a wedding this weekend, and this August is going to be a pretty long month of Stuff Going On, so if I’m absent a bit more than usual, that’s why.