During my first therapy session (I really do need to book another one), I was asked, "Do you have any obsessions?"
I tried to think. "Well," I responded, "if I don't know the name of a character, I can't think about anything else. It doesn't matter if I'm not going to write the book for ten years. But I'm pretty sure that's a normal writer thing."
The fact that this obsession was never brought up again means that OCD is the least of my worries.
I left out one important detail that my therapist probably doesn't care about. I forgot about another thing I have obsessed about. The Irish timpan.
Yes, yes, another timpan post. I'm sorry. But this time, I actually have a development. And a confession.
I've made my own timpan.
Technically, my dad made it. He was the one who operated the table saw, spread the wood glue, and set the clamps. I was in charge of giving him dimensions and buying materials. But it's finally done. Eight months and probably $90 later, I own an extinct instrument.
My confession is that I've probably made it wrong.
First off, the thing is shaped like a cheese grater. It's about an inch narrower at the top than it is at the bottom. The tuning pegs are on an extension of the top cross-piece, so I'm not sure I'm playing the right notes. The bridge is too close to the finger-hole and I'm pretty sure the Irish didn't attach their strings to a cabinet pull. I don't even know if the original timpan had a fingerboard. It probably did. Mine doesn't.
But it's a timpan, and I can play it. Sort of.
I'm trying to learn how to play "Good King Wenceslas." I've been too lazy to learn a piano song for Christmas Eve as tradition dictates, so I picked a song within the narrow range of the timpan and learned it. I'm still learning how to use the drone string, and I can't get the E-string tuned right.
You see what I mean about obsessions? Now you know how my brain works. It's a mess. I frankly don't know how I've managed to pass as a normal human being for the past twenty years. I'm part Mad Scientist, part Absentminded Professor, and part Data the Android, with a little bit of Pioneer Girl thrown in for good measure.
Anyway, once I'm good enough at playing my timpan to do so without embarrassing myself, I'll post a video. For the time being, please tell me something you've obsessed over in the past. God bless you, dear readers, and don't forget to Like us on Facebook!
M. J. Piazza is a Jesus-loving, dog-walking country girl who just so happens to write books.