And There Are Voices that Want to Be Heard

I keep listening to Christmas music--I keep looking out the window at the mountains and half expect to see a blanket of snow, but it isn't there. No worries; snow and the Christmas season will come soon enough.

I think not going to grad school next fall was a good decision for me. I've been spending my now-extra time up in the HFAC working on bookbinding projects. I'm working on about three right now--two of them are books and the other is a clamshell box that I can't seem to finish because I keep running out of fabric.

I've started my final project too--a 5x7 double-sided, 28-signature, 450-page compilation of the first year of my blog, August 2004-July 2005. That's a lot of blogging! But it's been worth it because I love writing. I printed the entire thing on Friday and have been proofing it (that's a lot of proofing). I figure if I'm going to do this, I want to do it right--and not be reading this in a few years and find a few TYPOS. Finding some would be a horrible reflection on my editing self--and it would drive me crazy. I'm only editing punctuation and the like--the writing itself is going to stay originally intact (except for a few places where I realize that modifers don't line up). I'm going to put a flat-back binding on the entire thing. I'm really excited to finish it. It's so nice to take a class where I don't have to worry about grades. Why can't all our classes be like that?

I highly recommend listening to "The First Noel" by Spencer Brewer on the Narada Christmas Volume 2. So beautiful. If I can finish the transcription, my brother and I are going to play the song for our Dad for Christmas on the piano and violin, respectively. I was planning to do this last year but I didn't get it done.