I should be in bed...

I should be working on my novel. "Shoulda, coulda, woulda" as my mom says it. Today we dropped off our neighbor at the airport. I was glad we got to do this because I got to bring my friend with me. We dropped the neighbor off and tried to decide where to go. Mom, my friend, and I went to Temple Square to have girls' time. We toured the vast Conference Center and went to the top of the building. There was a garden. The garden wasn't in bloom though, so I want to go in the summer when the garden is in full bloom. We toured the Beehive House then. My favorite part was at the end when they allotted lemon drops and told one of Brigham Young's traditions. They said before any guest left his household he made sure they got a piece of candy. Brigham Young's favorite candy was horehound candy, but they stopped handing that out because they found a lot of candy in the bushes.

Now I really should go to bed.

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Starting my first novel, meeting old friends, and holding a wild music Jam has been the life. So far I have succeeded in only blogging once a month and I am forever tired.

I am not sure how to get started on my novel and I have yet to come up with a title for it. I started writing for a contest but then I got this idea. I played with it and it has grown. The main thing I have done so far is look for appropriate names for the characters. The main family's last name is Vitaliy. The Vitaliy's names are Jason, Anisa, Popins/Paul, Terrwyn, and Visna Kiri. Terrwyn has a guardian angel named Melangell. I will probably end up changing all their names again. Here is a book summary:

My parents have worked hard for this moment and
I have done a lot of waiting. Paul has been a typical six-year-old. My name is Terrwyn.

Terrwyn, with the help of her guardian angel Melangell, and the most amazing parents ever, encounters the trial and blessing of the century.

Adopting from Cambodia is just the start of it all. When Visna finally arrives from Cambodia, the Vitaliy's are a bit surprised. The child, Visna Kiri, is a foreseer of Mother Earth. She knows of things far too impossible. Visna Kiri's dangerous raging destructive patterns, combined with her trancelike mumbling, causes Terrwyn's parents to worry about the welfare of Terrwyn and Paul.

The world is at stake, but most importantly, it is Terrwyn's family at stake. Can Terrwyn be strong and take on the task before her?

I might not blog for awhile because I'll be working on The Idea.

Sleep Now, Blog Later

That is exactly how I put blogging off. I just told myself, " I am too tired. I need to go to bed." After doing this awhile (more like a month) I realized it has been 32 days since my last blog; I needed to kick it into gear.

I promised I would talk about percussion ensemble. The first week I was totally lost having just joined when everyone around me had a years more experience than me. I took to beating the ground randomly with borrowed drum sticks from my teacher. It went like this:
Teacher: 1 e + a rest!
Me: hit ground on the rest
Teacher: gives me that purple hair look.

I decided I needed some help with this so I asked Mom for private lessons. I ended up with a teacher named Ryan. That is my name. Spelled different, but still my name. Weird. Too weird.

I have advanced to eight on a hand; a basic, basic, basic, basic, basic, (did I mention basic) exercise and I am still hitting myself in the eye with my drumstick because it keeps flying out of my hand. I was feeling pretty proud of myself when we got a piece called Kickin' It Raggae Style.
There was a whole bunch accents and double stroke rolls. I am still trying to figure out how to count the notes here.

With all my knowledge (funny) we tried wearing drums and cymbals to practice marching band (this group does everything). Since I was on pit and the percussion teacher didn't bring pit she put me on cymbals. Cymbals are much heavier than they look. I thought, thin sheets of light weight metal. I grabbed them and almost fell over. We started drilling and every time I moved I swayed. My teacher announced in front of every body that I should challenge in cymbals. Wow, she wants a tiny girl who is trying to master eight on a hand. She wants me to be on cymbals even though I sway every time I shift the cymbal's position. A high school marching band student who was helping with the ordeal also noted on my talent. This rocks! I go from purple hair look to people noting how exceptional I was. I should have joined sooner.

I got home that night with black and blue hands throbbing.

Exceptional.