I’ve got so much left to do. One thing on SoundCloud, not even in what’s really a final, polished form. A whooooole lot of other pieces still to go into the woodshed for refinement, or what little refinement I can give them since to be blunt, I am not a concert soloist.

This isn’t even step one. This is step 0.0000000001. Step a zillionth.

I’ve got a long row to hoe. I almost wish things were like they were in the very distant past, where the sheet music was the final finished product.

And in other news, I really have to stop swinging my fists at people who haven’t been near me for twenty years, and hitting the perfectly inoffensive people standing next to me in the here and now. The bursts of short-tempered biliousness are beginning to annoy even me.