My dad was so nice today and brought my piano over here while I was at work. I hadn't been playing for some time, but now it's here I guess I'd better hit the keys again. I don't have lessons any more, but I still love playing (despite the fact that I never took exams...now don't tut at me, if any of you are musical, and I know at least one of you is *points at whatever_we_are*. But all my learning was for fun, full stop.) Sometimes if I'm passing I'll go into the music shop in town and browse over the sheets. But they're all so expensive these days, so I usually stick to what I've got at home. Which is a lot of Chopin, a lot of Schubert, and a lot of Beethoven, and everything else in between. When I want to punish myself I'll stick some Debussy on the rack. Or Bach, which I love, but I've never been dexterous enough to master.

OK. Back to it.

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Writing update: Almost finished my entry for mosca's challenge. So I might be posting soon. It was supposed to be about Mal, Mal's relationship with Book, and Mal's faith (or lack of), but somehow it's ended up as that, but overshadowed hugely by Mal and River. *shrugs* Yeah, I know. I'm nothing if not predictable...

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This month has been strange on LJ. It seems that many on my flist (and f-flists, when I'm bored and venture into perusing them) are sick, crabby, sick of fandom, lack of inspiration, etc. I had a bad cold last week; this morning it rained and I got really wet. I don't know. Maybe it's just October.