I've got about a week.

I have a week to write whatever I want. Next Friday I’m having a long lunch meeting with my director for Arabian Nights to talk about the specifics of what she wants for the music in the play. After that I’m going to be locked in, writing Arabian Nights all night, every night. For the moment, though, I’m done with all my commissions, and I can write whatever I want. Right now, that means ‘Summer’s Twilight’, my Midsummer opera. I’m happy with the progress I’m making, but I wish I could just stop my life for about a month and write it. This week isn’t near enough time to get a significant chunk under my belt, but I’ve been dreaming of a draft of this thing for so long… 

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