I’ve been having a lot of emotional problems, largely related to my inability to move forward with my work.
The computer I’m using now only has a single 1.4ghz processor, insufficient to handle Finale orchestrating without frequent crashes. I ordered a decent computer from Rakuten with a dual core 2.7ghz processor, but it arrived with a broken sound card.
This, on top of numerous setbacks, threw me into a livid rage that lasted most of the night. I finally got it sent back to them with the assurance of a full refund. My friend Danielle handled the phone calls for me, which she did very masterfully, being as I was too afraid of flying off the handle at the time.
Although it has seemed to me that having left my job and winding up in much greater financial need has been at the root of the problems that have kept me from moving forward with my project, it would be odious of me to request assistance at this time. I am too depressed by now to move forward, and the greater issue has become my mental health. And nobody can help me with that but God. I have a stack of unpayable bills for therapy higher than my ceiling – I only pray they don’t go into collections.
I won’t be posting in the future until things are brighter. Maybe that won’t be as far away from now as I think. People at my church have been very supportive, and they still seem to like me at the Bagel Shop downstairs. But otherwise, I have been walking around this small college community visibly perturbed, using wild arm gestures (as is well-documented in other cities where I have attempted to live), talking to myself, and attracting the attention of the local cops. I don’t drive, so this behavior is particularly conspicuous. But I need to work off all this steam somehow, and sitting cooped up in my room isn’t doing the trick.
I feel as though there is a Scarlet Letter on my forehead. It will be very difficult for me to make any further Artistic progress in this environment. My fit of rage at the cafe yesterday was quite visible, when I thought I was all set to start notating the score again, only to find the headphones suddenly non-functional. I threw them away, unfortunately, and only later discerned it was the sound card.
I strapped myself for the month on food, rent, and computer. I really hope I get the refund, even though I might use it to leave town. I need to find a place that will be as supportive of my artistic endeavors as this place used to be, before everybody began to ostracize and condemn me, over things they do not understand. I regret having opened up to so many new people to begin with, when I was only looking for a quiet life.
I had no idea how narrow-minded and conservative this so-called liberal progressive community has turned out to be. My daughter has suggested a quiet community of Artists on the Washington Coast where she spent some time as a little girl with her mother, and of which she has fond memories. That might be a better place for me to show up with my music notation software. But right now, until my technical issues are resolved, unfortunately I cannot write a note.
I truly am sorry about all this. I hope things get better from here.