So, I'm about to embark on my most challenging project yet, a 50,000+ word novella.
No title for it yet!
These are the characters so far:
Tanya - main character
Marcus - Tanya's Fiance
There will be 5 main people total, besides lesser characters.
This is the plot line. It's at a large music school. Tanya is a phenomenal singer, graduate choral conducting student. Marcus is a composer,
I figured it was about time I made a group for Russian composers here and put my footprint on this forum in that way. I'm going to share more in-depth things I've found in my research. I actually have a number of friends on this website called Turntable that have joined me in discovering new Russian music (we all share our own discoveries in collective sessions of music). Whatever catches my eye(ear) there, I will share here. Otherwise, the Group is for discussion and sharing. Everyone who is interested
Hey all, I just want to say thanks to those who have been reading the short stories on my blog. I would like to get some feedback from people. Were they enjoyable/interesting/thoughtful? Original? Currently I'm too busy to write more, and busyness sucks away my inspiration anyway. In many ways, this is just my hobby, and I don't really mean to publish them besides as free posts here, that is, unless I'm well supported. But generally I write to relax, dream, and feel inspired by music again. Maybe
Updated Oct-12-2012 at 22:55 by Huilunsoittaja
6 months passed.
It was a chill winter's night in December. Some dry snow was on the ground, being swept around by the swirling breezes coming through the streets. But inside the City Concert Hall, it was warm and lively. A huge crowd had formed in its lobby which spilled out into the street, waiting to be seated for the Premiere of Andrei Gavrilov's Symphony No. 2, the "Regeneration" Symphony.
Andrei and Nadia were up on the top level in
Nadia returned to her empty home dejectedly. She slept poorly that night because of her racing thoughts.
"Just wait until tomorrow, then everything will be resolved," one thought would go, but other thoughts immediately followed:
"What if I've made a mistake? What if I'm just over-thinking it all? What if Andrei's intentions aren't at all what I thought they were, and he just wants to be my friend? 'Just friends' he might say. Just friends... but I don't