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My writing efforts have been concentrated on historical RPS. Damn Heydrich for being so intriguing (and hot). No, this does not change anything about my political opinions; just to clear this up before somebody starts calling me a Nazi. mezzafredda and I wrote the most epic Heydrich/Marseille porn. Should be posted soon, after a bit more editing. Nothing like nazi porn to start the new year. :D And I'm working, alone, on a Heydrich/Schellenberg-ficlet, which is being a bitch to write. But it will work out. It has to. Good thing about having people like Hellstrom in your head? They tell you to stop being a lazy bitch and work. ;) Sometimes it works.
Also, I'm being a good girl and practising the piano more regularly. The Tempest sonata almost sounds acceptable again, although it's far from being perfect. I also started to practise the Appassionata again. God, I forgot this feeling of complete physical and emotional exhaustion and satisfaction when you've played a Beethoven sonata ... Who needs sex? I can't decide which sonata I want to play next (i.e. when my skills reach their old level again, which will take another few weeks, if not months). I'm very tempted to try playing the 3rd movement of the Moonlight, but I'm not sure I wouldn't fail hopelessly. My megalomaniac side is yelling "Play the 32rd!" ... but let's not get carried away. I love the 32rd, and playing it must be a wonderful experience ... but I'd rather not play it all than play it badly. So, yeah, maybe I'll have another try at the Waldstein sonata - I started practising it over a year ago, just before I fell into my big depression hole and stopped practising altogether. I didn't get far back then, but with enough determination it might be feasible. I'm considering to get a new piano teacher; I know I should, but I feel so ashamed of how it currently sounds ... Maybe in another few weeks, when I will dare to play something in front of a teacher without dying of embarrassment. It's just hard to motivate yourself when all you can think is, "I played this perfectly a year ago, and now it sounds so bad!"
I found a few more passages of Les Bienveillantes which I'd love to share, but I'm afraid I'll end up quoting (and retranslating -.-) half the book. Ah, I'll have to see about that. And the world needs Thomas/Max-slash, did I mention that? Thomas needs to fuck this nonsense about only loving his sister out of Mäxchen ... Tsk. We all know Max has a (very twisted, fucked-up) crush on Thomas.
Enough procrastinated. Back to Heydrich and his rambling about fate, while Schellenberg is contemplating how to seduce him.
