National Novel Writing Month update!
Words written: 19,899
Words behind schedule: 11,767 (yikes)
But at least I’ve got my noveling necessities:
There are many things in ballet class that I absoultely love. I love jumps, and balances. I love barrework (mostly!). Unfortunately, the things I love tend to be the things I do well and I tend to dislike things that do not come as naturally to me.
Petite allegro falls in that category.
As many of my fellow ballet students know, petite translates to “small,” and allegro is translated as “quickly” and is generally referred to in ballet as motions in which one or both feet beat in the air off the floor. Thus, petitie allegro is ballet code for “small, quick jumps.” And I am NOT good at it.
Let’s call a spade a spade: I’m tall and busty, and nothing I do is small. I can do quick (sometimes), but only if I’m very comfortable with the movement, or else “quick” just translates into awkward and sloppy. Every class during petitie allegro I feel distinctly ungraceful. Oh, and much too bouncy.
Lamenting my horrid soubre sous and changements, Gorgeous Ballet Girl (who is similarly tall, but infinitely more graceful and lovely) suggested to jump just a little higher. We have big feet, she said, and to get them pointed we need more air time. BRILLIANT. So I’ve been trying to jump just a little higher (while still keeping it “small” and “quick” – kill me now). It helps, but I’m still awkward as a baby giraffe standing up for the first time.
I’m TRYING to take small steps, I’m TRYING to move my feet quickly, I’m TRYING to be light and graceful. But honestly, during petite allegro, I’m just thankful not to be falling over my huge clumsy feet flat onto my scrunched up frustrated face.
. . . Can we please do grand jetes now??
November is a crazy busy month – so why not make it more interesting by writing a novel in the midst of all the craziness?
National Novel Writing Month is here, and I am partaking. Please excuse my blog absence as I frantically scribble 1700 words daily that (so far)make no sense at all. =)
And if you are so inclined, please join me in this particular form of insanity!
Horse Trainer, Clinician, & Author
"Write drunk, Edit sober." - possibly Hemingway, possibly not
Twenty-something. MRes Medical Historian. Usually found in Revolutionary Paris or C19th Anatomy Museums. Welcome to my ramblings.
Ballet tips and life lessons learned from ballet
11200 Neapolis- Waterville Rd Whitehouse, OH 43571
Ballet Beauty Lifestyle
the adventures of a grown-up starting ballet for the first time
Wife. Classically trained drinker. I assure you, this is not a mom blog.
I try new things 1 month at a time
Health, Fitness and ADULT GYMNASTICS
A thirtysomething amateur rediscovers her love of dance and poetry in everyday mo(ve)ments.
The fun and challenges of ballet as a top-heavy, adult novice
The ridiculous adventures of a grown-up discovering dance.
My journey back to the barre, with my (oh my gosh now he's) 10 year old son along for his own wild ride!
Thanks & Kittens : Adult Ballerina showing you can do it too
Personal Adventures of a Mindful Dancer
My return journey as an adult into the world of ballet...