I'm learning breathing and warming up exercises. Oh the things she makes me do. I can't tell you how much of a prat I feel, lying on the floor with a book on my stomach, 'blowing my tummy up with air' (that's not what I'm doing, of course, as anatomically that would be rather dangerous, but that is how the action is described). Blowing raspberries in tune to triads? Also ridiculous.
My singing instructor Sarah said I have an operatic sounding voice. Which is good, I guess? I like opera, so I think it's probably a good thing. She also said I'm breathy, though, and this is something she wants to work on. I know why I am, of course. I used to be quite pitchy (and still can be), and the breathiness is a defence mechanism. I slip into my falsetto very naturally, so it's hard to tell when I'm doing it.
I've been singing Sarah McLachlan's "Angel" these past two lessons. I don't actually like that song, but, well, teacher Sarah put me on the spot in my first lesson and that was the first song I recognised that I knew was in my range. And I do like other Sarah McLachlan songs, so it's not that bad.
I'm doing things which Sarah usually wouldn't introduce until lesson four, because clearly, I'm advanced. Er, yes. I was rather pleased when she said that. Why do you ask? I'll admit that I'm proud of my singing voice, even though I am aware there are things I need to improve on, hence the lessons. I used to be better in my upper register than I am now, but my voice is also more mature, I can hit lower notes, I have a smoother tone.
I feel good about having these singing lessons. It gives me time to just, you know, blast it out without fear of recrimination. I'm practicing something which I know I have some skill in. And it's a harmless bit of fun.
I'm still making custom icons if anyone wants one (or rather, three, because I try to give a choice). The range of different icons people have asked for has amused and terrified me.