A belated happy new year to you

I hope the sun hasn’t burned you too much in this whiplash weather we’re having. Between being in the swimming pool almost every day and sitting under the aircon, the cool breeze afforded by today’s monotonous gray skies is a nice change of pace.

For those Americans who read my blog, it’s Summer. And 2023’s Summer has been a bit wishy-washy.

Anyway, I figured I should let you know what I’m up to.

Happy holidays

As you may have heard (or maybe you haven’t — in which case, surprise!), I released a holiday EP called An Isolated Holiday Alone In My Room. You can get it on just about any streaming service and music distributor online.

No physical releases for AIHAIMR — we’re not quite there yet. But if you buy it on Apple Music and burn it onto a CD, you can print out its cover and paste it on a CD case if you want. That’s close enough, right?

This release marks the beginning of a few projects I have in the works. First off, I’d like to announce my Trapped Study Sounds, a lo-fi EP I’m working on for study or sleeping. Probably more toward study, though. It’s got a bit of a bop in it. No vocals. Just music. Many thanks to Soundtrap for the ability to make this happen.

You can preview Trapped Study Sounds now! I released Stars, available for free download on SoundCloud.

I have a vocal album I’m working on, complete with original songs. No title, no release date, no previews as of yet. Just know I’m working on it. Music, as musicians know, is endlessly time-consuming.

Happy new year

I’m posting no photos, but I got a haircut.

The inspiration? Captain Christopher Pike.

I’m happy with it.

That is all.

Happy birthday (to me)

On January 30, I will turn 25 years old. Historically speaking, birthdays in my 20s have been rather lacklustre. I’ve resigned myself to the idea that I will likely not get an extravagant celebration befitting a 25-year-old. These days I try to schedule work on my birthday so I have the excuse to go home via my local IGA and pick up a slice of cheesecake for myself while I mope in the disappointment 10-year-old me would have because I don’t have thousands of friends befitting a world-class singer.

I’m not sure 10-year-old Deanna realises how lonely such friendships would be.

Regardless, I am thankful for my friends, thankful for my skills, and appreciative of my resourceful drive in the face of the looming depression my counsellor says I have. Huzzah!

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