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Failure. Photographing snow. It’s hard, it turns out.
Success. Coming up with a beginning, middle, and end to this never ending chapter. Now I have to go back and clean up, pare down, and tinker.
Failure. John, our choir director, complained that we’re not spending time at home learning the pieces. He complained again in email. The sad truth is, I spend about an hour a day working on the pieces (I have to, I’m a slow learner). The really sad truth is — athough I spend an hour a day on them, I don’t think I did any better than the people who didn’t even look at them.
Success. Okay, there has to be another one. Give me a sec. Okay, this is embarrassing.
Failure. The Miami police can’t find the case file I need. Still waiting to hear from the San Francisco police about the other one.
Success. Great. Back here again. Hmmm. It’s a really good chapter. That will have to do!
