And so, with (so to say) 45 seconds remaining of my outline to be composed through, I have become intrigued with the idea of sculpting the ending of the third movement, 18 bars per day. Allowing for my day off for HTUMC choir rehearsal tomorrow evening, that projects a finish to the movement (and the Symphony) on Friday. (Or, a kind of finish, subject to refinement, of course, of course — “the outline be damned” can be the path to the final musical result.) Yesterday afternoon, I drew up both verbal plans, and some notes; and last night, I composed my “allotted” 18 measures. Considering the rapid progress over the holiday weekend, 18 mm. feel like restraint, but that is where the sculpting comes in: more ideas are coming to me, as I take time to reflect, and I thus have the benefit of selecting what I think are the very best of a good crop of ideas.
Another activity this weekend was, I sent The Young Lady Holding a Phone in Her Teeth to a call; and yes, we all know that this will likely come to nothing. I suddenly remembered, last night, that I have also sent the first movement of the Symphony to a call. And although here, too, nothing may come of it, I felt anew what very good music I feel the first movement to be.
At the least, I enjoy the satisfaction of feeling that I am putting my best musical foot forward.